SCP-6624 - cyborg from the future

Item #: SCP-6624 (the cyborg from the future)
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment procedures: SCP-6624 Is to be housed in a standard Mobile Task Force barracks at site 17. 6624 has been granted a basic level of autonomy around sight 17 but is not allowed to interact with any Euclid or Keter level entities unless on security detail.

Description: SCP-6624 (AKA: Jonathan Gottenburg AKA: cyborg from the future) Is a 36-year-old 2m tall male of German descent. His body seems to be almost 99% scar tissue and over 75% of his body has been altered or replaced with cybernetics including; replaced arms and legs with an unknown alloy giving enhanced strength and speed. Heart altered to no longer pump (it is constantly flowing) and can operate even if missing 75% of its tissue. Blood cells are altered to allow faster muscle healing and faster scarring. The immune system is impeccable against any known diseases, including poisons and cancers. Eyes replaced with optical lenses allowing him to see perfectly in the night, see in infrared and allow magnification up to 100x. The spine is altered to allow an increased weight capacity, as well as added protection. Lungs altered to make him resistant to airborne chemicals and biological agents. Muscle fibers are altered to allow added protection to vital organs, as well as faster muscle rejuvenation. His skin is altered to be extremely tough, resistant to blades and small caliber firearms, as well as heat, and impacts. His bones have been restructured with an unknown alloy making them impervious to breakage, and much more resistant to force. On top of all of this, there is a possibility of SCP-6624 having an anomalous trait, known simply by his own description, “dumb luck” which he has attributed to his survival in multiple instances (See addendum 6624-04 through 07)
SCP-6624 was found on MCB Camp Pendleton on January 4th, 2017 by a field agent (Redacted). According to his account, on Tuesday, December 27th, 2016 SCP 6624 was 230 pounds of a larger build, and only 1.7 m tall, but on the morning on Wednesday, December 28th, 2016 He had gotten .3m taller, had aged what looks to be 10 years in a single day, and had looked like he had cut himself shaving his face, and cutting off all of his hair. When approached about his appearance by his commanding officer 6624 simply stated in a very nervous tone that he had “simply not slept the night prior”. For a few days, many of 6624’s peers noticed an extreme difference in behavior. He always wore long sleeves, as well as a pair of issued leather gloves to cover his hands. His work ethic was also accredited as he had spent more time working and outperformed his peer group seemingly overnight.
On Tuesday, January 3rd an incident involving an Armored Personnel Carrier, 6624, and another marine occurred which had brought to light who 6624 was. The APC’s back ramp cable had snapped suspiciously and was about to crush the marine when 6624 had jumped onto him pushing him out of the way and causing the ramp to slam into the back of his legs. Such a thing would have originally crushed a normal person's legs off, but 6624 simply pulled his legs out. His peers, and our field agent. He had also managed to tear his shirt’s sleeve and his pants revealing his alloyed limbs. He had then retreated to his barracks and was approached by our field agent. 6624 was in a panic and loading as much of his personal effects into his truck as he could. When the field agent had approached, 6624 revealed that he was armed, and asked to be left alone. After some convincing 6624 holstered his weapon and awaited foundation personnel to secure him without any resistance. (see addendum 6624-01)

Addendum 6624-01: Audio and video recording device on-field agent (REDACTED)
(Field agent is approaching SCP-6624 slowly. 6624 appears to be unarmed)
Field Agent: Corporal Gottenburg?
(6624 looks up from the bed of his truck, and immediately pulls out a pistol)
6624: Stay there! Just turn around, and walk away!
Field Agent: Hey, hold on! I’m here to help, man!
6624: How could you possibly help me, Jones?
(note: at the time, Agent (REDACTED) was undercover as USMC Lcpl Jones.)
Field Agent: Look, put the gun down, and let me talk to you. Trust me.
6624: Look, jones. I don't know what your game is here, but even if I explain it, you wouldn’t understand.
Field agent: I can help you, Jonathan! I know people!
(6624 still with his weapon on Agent (REDACTED) begins to mutter to himself as he fastens the last of his gear. All of his speech is inaudible, but the field agent seems to make out the word Foundation)
Field Agent: Wait, did you say foundation?!
(6624 stops muttering, and returns his attention to the agent.)
6624: what would you know of this… foundation?
Field agent: my name isn't actually LCpl Jones. My name is field agent (REDACTED) and I'm a field agent for the SCP Foundation.
(6624 is calmed by hearing this, and immediately holster’s his weapon. At this point Field Agent (REDACTED) radios in for a containment team.)
agent (REDACTED) began to provide basic information about the foundation and its function. SCP-6624’s demeanor continued to improve as the agent continued. They continued conversing until containment crews arrived

SCP-6624 was retrieved by containment teams offering up no resistance and was taken to site 17 for containment. 6624 attitude was considered melancholy but cooperative. Upon arrival, he was placed in a standard containment cell and interviewed by Dr. Nimitz.

Addendum 6624-02: Interview log between SCP-6624 and Doctor Nimitz 3 January 2017

Nimitz: This is Doctor Anthony Nimitz, interview log 6624-02. The subject is has been dating 36 years of age, despite his date of birth making him only being 21 according to all official records, born May 3rd, 1994. He is also accompanied by numerous physical alterations to his body. 6624, Can you hear me?
(6624 looks up from the table on the interview chamber, and looks towards the interview chamber.)
6624: I can hear you, sir. Clear as day.
Nimitz: excellent. I have a few questions for you. The foundation appreciates all cooperation.
6624: understood, sir.
Nimitz: Excellent, let's start with your name.
6624: My name is Johnathan Gottenberg.
(Interview covers basic information, such as place of birth, early military career, and modifications found in the description)
Nimitz: Excellent. The foundation thanks you for your cooperation. Is there anything I can get you to make you more comfortable?
6624: yes. Can I get some cigarettes maybe? And a notebook and pencil?
Nimitz: Well, the cigarettes might be difficult, but the notebook and pencil might be doable. I’ll see what I can do.
End log
Note: SCP-6624’s request for pen and paper was granted by the site overseer, but his request for cigarettes was denied.

Addendum 6624-03: Interview log between SCP-6624 and Dr. Nimitz. 14 January 2017
Nimitz: This is Dr. Nimitz, interview log 6624-03. 6624 has been noted of late to be taken to drawing and writing. When approached about his writing he has been noted to be protective of his writing, but open about his drawings. Most of his drawings include landscapes and cityscapes, but one, in particular, made me quite uneasy; a strange humanoid, seemingly hovering above the ground. The drawing made it difficult to determine the size, but its head looked mostly human, with a more skeletal face, glowing eyes, and a headdress with multiple glowing orbs surrounding it. Its arms were long and ended in a 3 fingered hand. When asked about it 6624 called it a timekeeper, or a time master. When asked to elaborate, he would evade the questions saying simply ‘it’s complicated.
(Nimitz turns towards the microphone to begin the interview.)
Nimitz: 6624, how are you today?
6624: I am well. How can I help you today?
Nimitz: Just another interview. I noticed you’ve taken to writing and drawing?
6624: not any good at it, unfortunately. Just something I do to pass the time.
Nimitz: And what of your writings?
6624: I feel like if I don't write things down, I can understand them better.
Nimitz: So it's a journal then?
6624: Something like that.
Nimitz: if you would allow the foundation to review it I…
6624: I don't fully trust you all yet. In time maybe.
Nimitz: I take it then it’s about the…
6624: I’m done talking about it, doctor.
(6624 is noticeably irritated about the subject. The interview failed to yield any additional information.)
Note: 6624 had again requested cigarettes. Request denied by site overseer

Addendum 6624-04: Incident report 28 January 2017
Site 17 at this time was being attacked by the agency known as the Chaos Insurgency. Insurgency troops had infiltrated site 17 posing as reinforcements, and resupply. Upon entering the site, they had forced their way through to the SAFE class containment center where SCP-6624 was being temporarily held. SCP-6624 witnessed the insurgents begin killing sight staff. Upon seeing this, video surveillance showed him breaking containment by smashing a hole in the door with his fist and tearing his way through. An insurgent readied his weapon to engage, when his rifle jammed, immediately 6624 sprung into action, killing the insurgent, as he had completed his immediate actions. 6624 then engaged the final insurgents, clearing the area, and saving multiple site staff in the process. Taking weapons, ammo, gear, and a pack of cigarettes, before sitting and lighting himself a cigarette. When site 17’s mobile task force arrived he lowered his weapon and insisted on assisting the MTF with securing the site. He was denied and returned to containment with armed guards to monitor him until the site was secured. He was then elevated to Keter, approved by the site overseer as his abilities were unknown. Testing to see the limits of SCP-6624’s abilities.

Addendum 6624-05-01: SCP-6624 ability testing.

Testing was tasked to Dr. Nimitz. The goal of this test was to identify SCP-6624’s strength, stamina, and basic physical attributes.
Experiment 6624-01: Strength test
SCP-6624 entered a testing area filled with various weight lifting equipment and was instructed to lift the heaviest he could. He loaded a mass weight of 5.5 metric tonnes. 1 metric tonne using only his arms.
Experiment 6624-02: Speed and Stamina
SCP-6624 was put onto a treadmill, with monitors watching his vitals. He began to run at a top speed of 75 KPH. he maintained this speed for over 3 hours with no change in his vitals. He was instructed to stop.
Experiment 6624-02: hand-to-eye coordination
SCP-6624 was placed in front of a screen that would randomly light up a target for him to touch. They would record the amount of time it took for him to touch each target. His time averaged a consistent .1 seconds. For a more accurate test, they moved him to a range and armed him with a laser pointer. Time on target averaged .01 milliseconds. Also of note, the laser showed a consistent stream, with no sway or shaking.
Experiment 6624-03: Durability of extremities, and flesh
SCP-6624 was sat down, and we attempted to remove a sample of the metal on his arm. After extreme difficulty SCP-6624, he removed a metal plate from his right hand’s pinky tip. The metal was unidentifiable and was seen to be resistant to extreme heat, extreme cold, blunt force, explosives, and all other forms of damage. His flesh was resistant to blades, and blunt force, but projectiles and explosives did, in fact, have the desired, although reduced, effect, but when the flesh was still living it healed itself in under a minute, and if still attached to 6624 was seen to cause him little to no pain. Note; tests on SCP-6624 involving pain tolerance were denied by the ethics committee.

All tests on SCP-6624 were completed. Tests involving weapons understanding, and military training were denied by the site overseer.
Note from overseer; “Your requests to test SCP-6624’s weapon understanding and military training is putting this entire site at risk! We saw what he could do to an entire squad of Chaos Insurgents, imagine what he could do if we handed him weapons and live ammunition? As for his continued request for cigarettes, until we know the scope of his abilities, I will not provide him tools he could use to break containment.”

Addendum 6624-06: Incident report; 15 February 2017
The attack on site 17 on 28 January was revealed to be a way for the Chaos Insurgency to employ several sleeper agents disguised as deceased foundation personnel. At approximately 0300 all surveillance systems were sabotaged, and guard personnel neutralized. Chaos Insurgency agents began to flood into site 17, killing as many personnel, and seizing many dangerous anomalous objects. SCP-6624 witnessed the insurgency storm the Keter wing. The guard patrolling the wing was wounded near SCP-6624, and 6624 convinced him to open his door to allow him to help. As the door opened 6624 pulled the wounded guard into his cell, and began to treat his wounds, saving his life. He then took his weapon and began to neutralize any insurgency agents in the wing, again taking gear and ammo, but seemed upset about something until the wounded guard threw something at 6624. A pack of cigarettes. 6624 then stayed with the wounded guard until Site security with the support of MTF Epsilon 11; a nine-tailed fox. Upon some deliberation, the MTF agreed to allow SCP-6624 to assist in regaining control of the facility. On multiple occasions, 6624 was seen putting himself in harm’s way to save foundation personnel, and on several occasions, he seemed to avoid certain death by seemingly luck alone. Several grenades failed to detonate as he threw himself on top of them, rifles jamming, and other outside factors saving him from harm.

Request to lower SCP-6624 to safe has been denied. Request for 6624 to receive cigarettes accepted. Note; SCP-6624 has requested to join MTF Epsilon 11.
Note from overseer: “I have read your report, Dr. Nimitz, and I heard all about how he demonstrated his loyalty saving countless personnel. The 0-5 Counsel is still not convinced but is allowing him a probationary term as a member of MTF Epsilon 6. If anything will prove his loyalty to us, some time with the Village Idiots sure will. As for his cigarettes, after what he pulled off, I think he has more than earned himself a smoke break.”

After a short time of training, SCP-6624 had shown obvious skill using all kinds of weapons, and tactical prowess. 6624 was recommended for a leadership position, but turned it down, and refused to elaborate as to why.

Addendum 6624-07: Incident report; 29 November 2017
Multiple Instances of SCP-3199 were reported near a town outside of (REDACTED) North Carolina. MTF Epsilon 6, Village Idiots, alongside SCP-6624, was mobilized to contain, or eliminate all instances. At approximately 0400 Upon the team reaching the identified location, they were met with an overwhelming amount of 3199 instances. The team had taken multiple casualties, and had retreated to a small ravine and took up a defensive position, and radioed for backup. With ammo running dangerously low, and the 3199 instances growing in number, 6624 requested his team retreat while he held off the instances. Brandishing only a few knives, his sidearm, and his tactical gear, 6624 ran off and began killing off as many instances as possible, while drawing all attention of the 3199 instances to himself. Rescue teams and reinforcements arrived at 0900, to SCP-6624 still battling off multiple instances of 3199, covered in blood, viscera (not his own) knives broken against their eggs, pistol empty and smashed, clothes and gear barely clinging to his body by threads.

SCP-6624 was officially recognized as a member of MTF Epsilon 11. SCP-6624 upon being officially recognized, and awarded for his actions, delivered the journal he wrote in containment to Dr. Nimitz. The journal has been published in its entirety below.

My name is Johnathan Gottenberg. My experiences of the past 15 years are nothing short of horrifying. It all started the night of the 27th of December 2016, at about 9 pm. It was so long, I can't remember exactly, but when I returned it was 9 pm. 15 years of my time, but not a fraction of a second here. So much time had passed. So much time had passed. I barely recognized my own room as I stood in it, the names on my phone, or the pictures I had on my wall. I had changed so much, and feared that my comrades would figure out something had happened next they saw me, and I had to act quickly to hide what I could of myself, and my changes. As I did, the words of the timekeeper kept repeating in my head. Find the foundation, and they can help you.

Note: It is confirmed that this is the same timekeeper as the drawing.

When I was first transported to this new time, I struggled to wrap my head around where I was. I wasn’t the only one out of place, as there were multiple people brought there as well. Not from our time. We had military leaders, and war heroes from all points in modern military history. There were five of us including me. As far as I know, I am the only survivor of all of us. We had an army infantry officer from the second world war; David Milton, a Marine infantry NCO from Vietnam; Alejandro Fuentes, a pilot from world war 3; Dimitri Petrovich, and a special forces agent from the 2nd cold war, Takeo Sugamasi. 2 people from conflicts that haven't happened yet for us, and 2 from our past.

What confused me was where I fit into all of this. I was an inexperienced, overweight nobody with no actual combat experience or serious expertise in any military field. I wouldn’t find out why until years later. They gathered all of us, fed us, and clothed us, as we appeared with no clothes, or food in our stomachs, and explained our reason for being there.

We were each brought there for a specific reason. David was brought because he was meant to be the most decorated soldier in the world for his bravery and tactical expertise. Alejandro was an expert in non-conventional warfare and guerrilla warfare. Dimitri was a most decorated flying ace. Nicknamed “Moscow's steel eagle.” Takeo was an expert in infiltration. Notorious for collapsing a national superpower, assassinating countless heads of state, and training his next generation of special forces. My purpose confused me. They said I may have been a glitch, or a fluke in their system, regardless they intended to utilize me to help them. I had basic experience in mechanized vehicle operation, and tactics so they placed me in charge of a mechanized platoon.

They had called because they had been stuck in a war for over 10 years. It was cooperation against cooperation. One had founded themselves off of medicine and promoted peace known as true light, while the other made their fortune off of weapons of war, and conflict known as iron hand. Naturally, conflict ensued, and seeking an end to this seemingly endless conflict they decided to pull history's greatest military leaders to end it for them.

I and the others got along well, surprisingly. They helped me get into a more ‘combat ready’ shape, and further my knowledge in military tactics, and warfighting. The vehicles I was put in charge of were called KT-MK 27. A massive tank, armed with 2 coaxial rail guns, heavy plasma weaponry, and can be modified to fit multiple environments. Amphibious assaults, Anti-aircraft, anti-armor, communications, and reconnaissance. I got really lucky my first time in combat. On a standard patrol, my section of tanks was ambushed by enemy armor, destroying most of our tanks. We were lucky to escape them and set up defensive positions. I had lost several tank crews in a matter of minutes. my colleagues, god bless them, were there to help me cope with the loss. as much as I dreaded it I continued to fight and eventually grew numb to the pain of loss.

about 7 years of fighting plagued us when I sustained my injuries. It started like any other day. We got our tanks working, went on a patrol, and were about to make a return trip. One minute I'm leaning to our gunner directing him to a tree-line, and the next I wake up in the mud, my tank in flames, watching my crew burn alive as they tried to escape. The rest of that day is foggy. I passed out after seeing my legs missing, and woke up in a medical center. I had lost both my legs, had multiple spinal injuries, and burns on most of my body. They sedated me, and I then woke up in an operating room back in the capital. my modifications didn't take very long to become accustomed to. the speed, the strength, and the power were intoxicating at first but became stale with time.

3 years later we met up with our friend Takeo, who broke some sorrowful news to us. He went straight to counterintelligence as soon as we were set. We were being fed lies and false truths. the true light company was experimenting on civilian populaces to test weaponized diseases, and sell the cures. Iron Hand called them out publically and then started sending weapons, funding, and training ideological zealots to attack true light. forced conscriptions, extortion, and military occupation made for the perfect scapegoats for true light to mislead their followers and garner support. after so many years of fighting, they garnered more support and power than their own governments. True light coming from the west, near the old USA, and Iron Hand coming from what was Russia.

Myself and the other American war heroes were dumbfounded. We felt an obligation to help the side that resides on the dirt of our past, but Dimitri and Takeo had no such extreme attachment to their land. Dimitri grew up in a time where nationalism was unheard of, and Takeo was trained to not see the world through the eyes of politics, brainwashing, and propaganda. We needed a way out. A way to our original times. I looked down at my altered body and regarded the chance of there not being a way back. We decided to continue the fight to destroy the Iron Hand, but sew the seeds of deceit amongst whomever we could. When the Great corporation war ends, a great revolution will begin.

5 years later we had fought our way to victory. we had slowly made ourselves a small army of followers amongst the ranks of their own army, as well as any prisoners of war, and political prisoners they had captured. a great commencement speech was held with us 5 with the CEO of True light. at the height of his speech, I bored my hand through his chest and threw him from his throne. infighting broke out immediately. prisons emptied, executives executed while we fought our way back to the time machine that brought us here. I was the only survivor. Takeo was killed when we entered the headquarters by the elite soldiers he trained. David died saving my life. An ambush caught us by surprise, and he jumped on the grenade meant for me. Dimitri was killed when we entered the main chamber, but in his last moments managed to kill the last of the defenses still present. Alejandro took a lethal hit to his leg. He wouldn't let me help him, and tossed me back onto the machine. His last words being "Stop this. Only you can." then hit the button.

I appeared in a large cavernous temple-like structure. I thought I was sent to the wrong time, or location when it appeared. The Timekeeper. A 10-foot tall humanoid with tentacles, and clawed hands, floating ominously several feet off the ground. It was hurt from what seemed to be a great battle, and it called out my name, calling me to its aid. He explained to me who he was and that I was in a pocket dimension outside of my reality. A being with the power and responsibility to observe and assess time and space itself. A responsibility is originally given to himself and his 7 brothers, but he, the strongest of them, became upset seeing the end of all existence. for eternity he watched us develop and build, only for our timeline to end abruptly. He pleaded to allow them to intervene, but his brothers rebuked him. seeing time end at the mistakes of sentient life once more, he snapped and battled with his brothers until he had killed them all, upon his victory, he took me and prevented me from tearing an even larger hole in reality.

Time travel is complicated. In layman's terms, you cant simply travel forward and backward through time. it creates temporal tears through space-time. Trying to travel back to remedy creates even larger tears, which collapse time and space entirely. to successfully travel through time, you must remove yourself from temporal existence, like the Time Keeper's pocket dimension, and be placed forward or backward from that time. The timekeeper managed to keep me from collapsing reality, and in his weakened state said simply "Find the foundation. Only they can help you." Before I knew it he took me and placed me back in my original time. 9 pm, December 27th, 2016. My clothes didn't fit, my face was tired, and my hair was long, but I was home.

Note: End of journal. Request to reduce SCP-6624 status to safe, denied by site overseer.