WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.429 --> 00:00:03.000 A truck pulls up in front of a quiet suburban home. 00:00:03.000 --> 00:00:06.190 The faded sign on the truck’s flank reads “EXTERMINATOR.” 00:00:06.190 --> 00:00:10.460 It’s not the most glamorous job, but hey, somebody’s gotta do it. 00:00:10.460 --> 00:00:14.970 In all his years of extermination work, this exterminator has seen it all – ants, termites, 00:00:14.970 --> 00:00:15.970 rats… 00:00:15.970 --> 00:00:19.080 But he’s never taken a job that he couldn’t handle. 00:00:19.080 --> 00:00:22.920 As he looks out at this sprawling suburban home, he can’t help but notice the nicely 00:00:22.920 --> 00:00:26.320 manicured lawn and the beautifully sculpted topiaries. 00:00:26.320 --> 00:00:29.070 The trash cans are neatly stacked on the curb, ready for pick-up. 00:00:29.070 --> 00:00:32.470 It doesn’t look like the sort of home that would have a vermin problem. 00:00:32.470 --> 00:00:38.110 But then again, this exterminator knows better than anyone that looks can be deceiving. 00:00:38.110 --> 00:00:41.950 People often think that only run-down slums will attract vermin, but he knows that even 00:00:41.950 --> 00:00:45.399 the cleanest kitchens can still have a problem with unwelcome invaders. 00:00:45.399 --> 00:00:49.760 He jumps from his truck and walks up to the front door, carrying his equipment on his 00:00:49.760 --> 00:00:51.860 back and a clipboard in his hands. 00:00:51.860 --> 00:00:55.290 He quickly reviews the specifics of this job from the paper on his clipboard. 00:00:55.290 --> 00:00:59.790 A woman called his company complaining about a major cockroach infestation, demanding that 00:00:59.790 --> 00:01:01.809 they send someone right away. 00:01:01.809 --> 00:01:05.500 He remembers that she sounded downright frantic on the phone, much more agitated than you 00:01:05.500 --> 00:01:08.060 would expect from a little cockroach problem. 00:01:08.060 --> 00:01:11.260 Then again, he thinks, some people just really don’t like bugs. 00:01:11.260 --> 00:01:13.360 He rings the doorbell and waits. 00:01:13.360 --> 00:01:15.550 A crabby-looking old woman answers the door. 00:01:15.550 --> 00:01:17.220 “It’s about time that you got here!” 00:01:17.220 --> 00:01:18.220 she snaps. 00:01:18.220 --> 00:01:20.280 “There’s a huge cockroach infestation in the basement. 00:01:20.280 --> 00:01:21.360 Hundreds of them! 00:01:21.360 --> 00:01:23.760 I want you to go down there and do something about it!” 00:01:23.760 --> 00:01:27.350 “Absolutely, ma’am,” says the exterminator politely. 00:01:27.350 --> 00:01:29.700 Part of his job is assuaging frantic customers. 00:01:29.700 --> 00:01:31.640 He’s used to this sort of thing. 00:01:31.640 --> 00:01:35.390 So many homeowners are absolutely terrified of insects that they fall to pieces at the 00:01:35.390 --> 00:01:37.180 sight of a spider or a cockroach. 00:01:37.180 --> 00:01:41.439 He’s accustomed to dealing with all manner of creepy crawlies, so he’s not at all worried. 00:01:41.439 --> 00:01:43.150 He’s sure this will be an easy job. 00:01:43.150 --> 00:01:47.650 “You’re in good hands with us, we’ll kill those roaches dead,” he says, recalling 00:01:47.650 --> 00:01:49.900 the company slogan that he’s required to repeat. 00:01:49.900 --> 00:01:52.030 “They’re in the basement,” says the old woman. 00:01:52.030 --> 00:01:55.450 “I’ve tried to kill them, but there’s too many of them. 00:01:55.450 --> 00:01:56.450 And they’re too fast! 00:01:56.450 --> 00:01:57.450 I’m way too old to be running after a bunch of bugs. 00:01:57.450 --> 00:01:58.950 It tires these old bones out. 00:01:58.950 --> 00:02:03.149 I was down there with a spray can myself but I just keep getting too tired to keep it up. 00:02:03.149 --> 00:02:05.770 It’s almost like those bugs were making me sleepy!” 00:02:05.770 --> 00:02:07.079 “Of course, ma’am.” 00:02:07.079 --> 00:02:11.099 The exterminator can barely keep from rolling his eyes as this old woman continues to rattle 00:02:11.099 --> 00:02:13.159 off complaints about the cockroaches in her basement. 00:02:13.159 --> 00:02:16.409 Of course, there’s an easy explanation for all this. 00:02:16.409 --> 00:02:19.939 This woman is very old, so she wouldn’t be able to run around much without tiring 00:02:19.939 --> 00:02:20.939 herself out. 00:02:20.939 --> 00:02:24.530 That’s much more plausible than believing that the cockroaches were somehow magically 00:02:24.530 --> 00:02:25.769 draining her energy. 00:02:25.769 --> 00:02:30.200 But again, he’s used to listening to all sorts of crazy stories from frightened clients, 00:02:30.200 --> 00:02:32.069 so he doesn’t give it much thought. 00:02:32.069 --> 00:02:35.459 “Then I’ll take a look and see what kind of problem you have.” 00:02:35.459 --> 00:02:39.090 The exterminator opens the door to the basement and peers down into the darkness. 00:02:39.090 --> 00:02:42.989 He gropes blindly for the light switch and eventually his fingers connect. 00:02:42.989 --> 00:02:47.389 He flips the switch and a bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickers on. 00:02:47.389 --> 00:02:50.900 The stairs leading down into the depths of the basement are warped and rickety. 00:02:50.900 --> 00:02:53.779 He makes a mental note to watch his step as he descends. 00:02:53.779 --> 00:02:57.030 The boards ominously creak under his feet. 00:02:57.030 --> 00:03:01.109 The basement is filled with junk, all the accumulated debris of the owner’s whole 00:03:01.109 --> 00:03:02.109 life. 00:03:02.109 --> 00:03:06.120 He sees piles of cardboard boxes, overflowing with old books and raggedy clothes. 00:03:06.120 --> 00:03:09.799 Paint cans are stacked in the corner, in defiance of any pretensions to fire safety. 00:03:09.799 --> 00:03:14.780 The boiler rattles and wheezes; it sounds like it might need to be replaced fairly soon. 00:03:14.780 --> 00:03:19.519 The air smells damp and musty and he wonders if the old woman has ever cleaned this basement. 00:03:19.519 --> 00:03:23.169 Looking at this mess, it’s no wonder that she would have a problem with cockroaches! 00:03:23.169 --> 00:03:27.150 The exterminator can’t help but think about how messy and decrepit this cellar looks compared 00:03:27.150 --> 00:03:29.900 to the immaculate façade of the house outside. 00:03:29.900 --> 00:03:32.639 The exterminator pulls out his flashlight and flicks it on. 00:03:32.639 --> 00:03:36.909 He aims it into the corners, hoping to see some evidence of this insect invasion. 00:03:36.909 --> 00:03:38.400 He sees nothing. 00:03:38.400 --> 00:03:42.389 The old woman described a basement infested with hordes of insects, yet he doesn’t see 00:03:42.389 --> 00:03:43.769 a single one. 00:03:43.769 --> 00:03:44.890 He stifles a yawn. 00:03:44.890 --> 00:03:46.569 Why does he feel so sleepy? 00:03:46.569 --> 00:03:50.769 This job must be more draining than he thought, because he’s already feeling spent. 00:03:50.769 --> 00:03:53.290 Could it be that the old woman was right? 00:03:53.290 --> 00:03:55.549 Is there something in the basement that is making him sleepy? 00:03:55.549 --> 00:03:58.500 Could it be something about those cockroaches that she blames? 00:03:58.500 --> 00:04:00.379 No, that’s just ridiculous. 00:04:00.379 --> 00:04:03.760 He knows enough about cockroaches to know that can’t be the case and he’s not about 00:04:03.760 --> 00:04:05.499 to start believing fantasies now. 00:04:05.499 --> 00:04:06.900 He’s a rational guy. 00:04:06.900 --> 00:04:10.489 He knows that you can’t lose your head and expect to do well in this line of work. 00:04:10.489 --> 00:04:14.739 Besides, he reminds himself, he still hasn’t actually seen any evidence of a cockroach 00:04:14.739 --> 00:04:15.980 problem at all. 00:04:15.980 --> 00:04:19.829 He continues to poke around the basement and still finds nothing. 00:04:19.829 --> 00:04:21.189 He frowns. 00:04:21.189 --> 00:04:22.740 This is really concerning. 00:04:22.740 --> 00:04:26.460 First of all, he doesn’t relish the idea of explaining to the old woman upstairs that 00:04:26.460 --> 00:04:28.900 she doesn’t actually have a cockroach problem at all. 00:04:28.900 --> 00:04:33.240 She’s probably not going to take kindly to him telling her that she’s delusional. 00:04:33.240 --> 00:04:35.259 But also, he was hoping that this would be a big job. 00:04:35.259 --> 00:04:38.960 If he can’t find any bugs, he won’t be able to justify charging the old woman for 00:04:38.960 --> 00:04:39.960 this visit. 00:04:39.960 --> 00:04:41.530 What a waste of his time! 00:04:41.530 --> 00:04:44.479 Suddenly, he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. 00:04:44.479 --> 00:04:48.430 He spins around, aiming his flashlight into the corner, just quick enough to see something 00:04:48.430 --> 00:04:49.629 scuttle through a crack in the wall. 00:04:49.629 --> 00:04:51.169 Did he imagine that? 00:04:51.169 --> 00:04:54.270 No, he tells himself, he definitely saw something. 00:04:54.270 --> 00:04:55.270 Great! 00:04:55.270 --> 00:04:57.840 He approaches the corner, his spirits suddenly buoyed again. 00:04:57.840 --> 00:05:01.189 He’s happy that he’ll actually have something to report to his upstairs client! 00:05:01.189 --> 00:05:03.300 Maybe he’ll find a whole nest in that crack! 00:05:03.300 --> 00:05:07.810 That would be great, he could justify recommending a full house fumigation then and that would 00:05:07.810 --> 00:05:10.130 bring some much-needed cash into the business. 00:05:10.130 --> 00:05:12.990 He narrows his eyes and peers closer. 00:05:12.990 --> 00:05:16.500 Even with his flashlight beam trained on the crack, it’s so dark in the basement that 00:05:16.500 --> 00:05:17.500 it’s hard to see. 00:05:17.500 --> 00:05:20.730 He can see the wooden boards of the house’s superstructure through the flaking paint on 00:05:20.730 --> 00:05:24.840 the wall and, if he squints just right, he thinks he can just see something squirming 00:05:24.840 --> 00:05:27.069 right there between the boards. 00:05:27.069 --> 00:05:30.330 Whatever it is, it stops moving when his flashlight beam washes over it. 00:05:30.330 --> 00:05:31.979 That’s very unusual. 00:05:31.979 --> 00:05:35.949 He knows from experience that, when you turn over a rock, bugs will always race for cover. 00:05:35.949 --> 00:05:39.610 They aren’t smart enough to play dead… yet that’s exactly what it looks like this 00:05:39.610 --> 00:05:40.830 insect is doing. 00:05:40.830 --> 00:05:44.699 He rubs his eyes with his free hand, trying to blink away his sudden sleepiness. 00:05:44.699 --> 00:05:49.840 He’s feeling even drowsier than before, but he really needs to finish this job. 00:05:49.840 --> 00:05:52.960 He moves in closer and the cockroach decides to make a break for it. 00:05:52.960 --> 00:05:56.879 The insect skitters away, desperately trying to worm its little grey body between the boards 00:05:56.879 --> 00:05:57.879 to escape. 00:05:57.879 --> 00:05:59.300 The exterminator moves fast. 00:05:59.300 --> 00:06:03.289 He pulls a pair of tweezers from his pocket and pinches them closed on the squirming insect’s 00:06:03.289 --> 00:06:05.249 abdomen before it can wriggle away. 00:06:05.249 --> 00:06:08.620 He holds it up close to his nose so that he can get a better look at his prey. 00:06:08.620 --> 00:06:10.460 The exterminator laughs. 00:06:10.460 --> 00:06:14.470 He’s seen every kind of insect in his time and he can recognize a cockroach when he sees 00:06:14.470 --> 00:06:15.470 it. 00:06:15.470 --> 00:06:16.740 This is no cockroach! 00:06:16.740 --> 00:06:20.379 He can tell from a glance that he’s looking at a perfectly harmless cricket. 00:06:20.379 --> 00:06:24.350 Like so many people, that old woman must have just panicked at the sight of a bug and assumed 00:06:24.350 --> 00:06:25.370 it was a cockroach. 00:06:25.370 --> 00:06:26.620 That’s good. 00:06:26.620 --> 00:06:29.840 Most people don’t mind having crickets in their home, so this old lady will probably 00:06:29.840 --> 00:06:31.370 be happy to hear the news. 00:06:31.370 --> 00:06:34.319 Then again… is it a cricket? 00:06:34.319 --> 00:06:37.610 When he looks closer, he sees that it’s got some unusual features. 00:06:37.610 --> 00:06:42.130 There are strange barbed hooks visible on the underside of its abdomen, sharp enough 00:06:42.130 --> 00:06:45.690 that even an experienced exterminator like him thinks better of holding this thing too 00:06:45.690 --> 00:06:46.690 close to his face. 00:06:46.690 --> 00:06:47.699 Are those stingers? 00:06:47.699 --> 00:06:49.340 Could this bug be poisonous? 00:06:49.340 --> 00:06:54.130 And, even stranger, if he looks closer, he thinks he might even see metal wires protruding 00:06:54.130 --> 00:06:56.110 from its exoskeleton. 00:06:56.110 --> 00:06:58.499 The exterminator yawns again, rubbing his eyes. 00:06:58.499 --> 00:07:00.330 He suddenly feels so sleepy. 00:07:00.330 --> 00:07:01.389 What’s wrong with him? 00:07:01.389 --> 00:07:03.919 Did he not get enough sleep last night? 00:07:03.919 --> 00:07:07.150 “I should have had a second cup of coffee this morning,” he tells himself. 00:07:07.150 --> 00:07:09.550 “Why can’t I keep focused…” 00:07:09.550 --> 00:07:13.199 His words trail off as, all at once, sleep overtakes him. 00:07:13.199 --> 00:07:16.479 He collapses to the floor with a thud, dropping his tweezers. 00:07:16.479 --> 00:07:19.740 The cricket bounces free as the tweezers fall from his hands. 00:07:19.740 --> 00:07:22.509 The cricket drops to the floor and quickly rights itself. 00:07:22.509 --> 00:07:25.439 Instead of running, though, the tiny insect turns around. 00:07:25.439 --> 00:07:30.159 It skitters toward the prone form of the exterminator, making a straight line for his head as if 00:07:30.159 --> 00:07:32.290 it were moving with intelligent purpose. 00:07:32.290 --> 00:07:35.939 This doesn’t look like the frantic, stimulus-response movements of an insect. 00:07:35.939 --> 00:07:40.349 The insect crawls over the slumbering man’s face, hoisting itself over his chin, then 00:07:40.349 --> 00:07:42.789 lips, and then right up to his left nostril. 00:07:42.789 --> 00:07:47.439 With one sudden movement, the cricket slithers up his nose and disappears. 00:07:47.439 --> 00:07:51.879 The exterminator snorts and mumbles in his sleep, but the sensations of an insect wriggling 00:07:51.879 --> 00:07:55.659 up his nose does nothing to rouse him from his sleep. 00:07:55.659 --> 00:07:58.479 After a few minutes, the exterminator blinks his eyes open. 00:07:58.479 --> 00:08:00.460 He sits up with a groan and rubs his head. 00:08:00.460 --> 00:08:01.979 What the hell just happened? 00:08:01.979 --> 00:08:03.809 Did he pass out? 00:08:03.809 --> 00:08:04.809 How embarrassing… 00:08:04.809 --> 00:08:08.699 He looks around, finding his tweezers and his flashlight on the ground next to him. 00:08:08.699 --> 00:08:11.770 But no matter where he looks, he can’t see the insect anymore. 00:08:11.770 --> 00:08:13.360 Where did it go? 00:08:13.360 --> 00:08:17.169 He returns to the crack in the wall for a second look, but sees nothing. 00:08:17.169 --> 00:08:19.780 Absently, the exterminator rubs his nose. 00:08:19.780 --> 00:08:23.620 He feels a vague discomfort in his sinuses and he wonders if maybe his allergies are 00:08:23.620 --> 00:08:28.120 acting up, but otherwise, he remembers nothing about his bizarre experience. 00:08:28.120 --> 00:08:31.809 He probes his fingers into the crack and wiggles them around, hoping to find some evidence 00:08:31.809 --> 00:08:32.809 of the missing insect. 00:08:32.809 --> 00:08:34.409 There’s nothing there. 00:08:34.409 --> 00:08:39.120 Well, at least he knows what he’s dealing with and it’s definitely no cockroach. 00:08:39.120 --> 00:08:42.550 Eventually, he shrugs his shoulders helplessly and returns upstairs. 00:08:42.550 --> 00:08:44.750 “Did you find the cockroaches?” 00:08:44.750 --> 00:08:47.060 asks the old woman when he returns to the top of the stairs. 00:08:47.060 --> 00:08:49.220 “I know there are roaches down there!” 00:08:49.220 --> 00:08:50.220 He shakes his head. 00:08:50.220 --> 00:08:53.680 “Ma’am, I searched the whole basement and I didn’t find any cockroaches.” 00:08:53.680 --> 00:08:57.310 He explains to her that all he could find in the basement was a harmless cricket. 00:08:57.310 --> 00:09:01.620 The old woman starts to argue with him, insisting that what she saw in her basement was no cricket, 00:09:01.620 --> 00:09:03.800 but the exterminator has already made up his mind. 00:09:03.800 --> 00:09:07.820 This is annoying, he thought that she would be happy to hear that she doesn’t have roaches 00:09:07.820 --> 00:09:09.779 but now she just wants to make a fuss. 00:09:09.779 --> 00:09:13.290 He’s not going to waste any more time on this nonsense, not when he has real work to 00:09:13.290 --> 00:09:14.290 do. 00:09:14.290 --> 00:09:17.440 He shakes his head as he repacks his equipment and prepares to leave. 00:09:17.440 --> 00:09:20.589 The exterminator returns to his truck and turns the ignition. 00:09:20.589 --> 00:09:23.850 As he pulls away, his mind is already mulling his next job. 00:09:23.850 --> 00:09:27.940 He doesn’t give another thought to this crabby old woman and her paranoia about cockroaches. 00:09:27.940 --> 00:09:32.121 He doesn’t stop to wonder what became of that strange cricket that he found. 00:09:32.121 --> 00:09:34.139 It probably just crawled back into the wall, he thinks. 00:09:34.139 --> 00:09:38.370 He certainly would have no reason to think that the cricket is still with him, a new 00:09:38.370 --> 00:09:41.029 and permanent hitchhiker inside his head. 00:09:41.029 --> 00:09:46.010 That exterminator had just acquired a new life-long friend, a life-long friend that 00:09:46.010 --> 00:09:48.540 we call SCP-2119. 00:09:48.540 --> 00:09:54.290 SCP-2119 is a bio-mechanical creature that resembles a small gray insect, ranging from 00:09:54.290 --> 00:09:59.510 5 to 15 mm in length, with a segmented body, six jointed legs, and protrusions from the 00:09:59.510 --> 00:10:03.279 head and abdomen that resemble antennae and ovipositors respectively. 00:10:03.279 --> 00:10:09.130 However, SCP-2119 does not appear to reproduce by any means known to man, so these ovipositors 00:10:09.130 --> 00:10:14.430 are likely simply a form of mimicry – something added to give SCP-2119 the appearance of a 00:10:14.430 --> 00:10:17.459 common insect to make it less conspicuous to humans. 00:10:17.459 --> 00:10:22.930 Genetic testing has determined that the organic parts of SCP-2119 are largely identical to 00:10:22.930 --> 00:10:27.350 those of gryllus Rubens, otherwise known as the southwestern field cricket. 00:10:27.350 --> 00:10:33.009 One notable difference between SCP-2119 and the field cricket, though, is that SCP-2119, 00:10:33.009 --> 00:10:38.550 also known as the transmitting parasite, has six barbed hooks on the underside of its body. 00:10:38.550 --> 00:10:43.990 Strangely, SCP-2119 also contains mechanical parts, including silicon parts that do not 00:10:43.990 --> 00:10:49.480 match any known make and platinum wiring, leading Foundation researchers to assume that 00:10:49.480 --> 00:10:52.310 SCP-2119 is an artificial lifeform. 00:10:52.310 --> 00:10:56.512 At this moment, who made SCP-2119 and why remains a mystery. 00:10:56.512 --> 00:11:03.540 In many ways, SCP-2119 not only looks like a normal insect, but also acts like one. 00:11:03.540 --> 00:11:07.399 It apparently possesses extremely rudimentary self-awareness and intelligence comparable 00:11:07.399 --> 00:11:12.560 to that of its insect brethren, being able to sense potential hosts or detect danger. 00:11:12.560 --> 00:11:16.649 It displays many normal self-preservation instincts common to insect life. 00:11:16.649 --> 00:11:19.850 If discovered by a conscious human, it will flee or hide. 00:11:19.850 --> 00:11:24.150 But it does possess one self-defense measure that no normal insect does. 00:11:24.150 --> 00:11:29.220 Any human who comes into the proximity of SCP-2119 will start to feel drowsy, eventually 00:11:29.220 --> 00:11:32.449 succumbing to unconsciousness within three to eight minutes. 00:11:32.449 --> 00:11:37.610 Once a human subject is unconscious, SCP-2119 will enter their head, either through the 00:11:37.610 --> 00:11:41.660 nostrils or the ear canal, and eventually make its way to the subject’s brain, where 00:11:41.660 --> 00:11:46.110 it will use its barbed hooks to attach itself to the corpus collosum, which are the nerve 00:11:46.110 --> 00:11:49.960 fibers that permit communication between the left and right side of the brain. 00:11:49.960 --> 00:11:53.550 The human subject will gradually wake up with no memory of the event. 00:11:53.550 --> 00:11:57.410 After waking, the subject will return to their normal routine and continue living just as 00:11:57.410 --> 00:11:58.920 if they were unaffected. 00:11:58.920 --> 00:12:02.670 It does not appear that infection with the transmitting parasite causes any physical, 00:12:02.670 --> 00:12:07.769 mental, or psychological damage to hosts or impairs their daily lives in any way. 00:12:07.769 --> 00:12:12.640 All attempts to physically remove SCP-2119 from a host’s brain have so far resulted 00:12:12.640 --> 00:12:18.161 in the death of the host, as SCP-2119 appears to have some way of halting a host’s brain 00:12:18.161 --> 00:12:20.040 activity when it is threatened. 00:12:20.040 --> 00:12:25.589 Once a host is dead, SCP-2119 will exit the host’s head, again either via the nostrils 00:12:25.589 --> 00:12:29.750 or ear canal, when it determines that no other humans are in the area. 00:12:29.750 --> 00:12:36.930 Once SCP-2119 has taken up residence in a host’s brain, it will start broadcasting 00:12:36.930 --> 00:12:41.639 a 514.1875 MHz radio signal with a range of approximately 3 km consisting of a tone lasting 00:12:41.639 --> 00:12:46.920 .05 seconds at two-second intervals, possibly with the intent of locating other infected 00:12:46.920 --> 00:12:48.230 human hosts. 00:12:48.230 --> 00:12:52.170 Once a connection has been established, specimens will transmit a continuous stream of tones 00:12:52.170 --> 00:12:58.500 of variable lengths between instances, ranging from 70 Hz to 1305 Hz, with wavelengths ranging 00:12:58.500 --> 00:13:02.069 from 480 cm to 25 cm. 00:13:02.069 --> 00:13:06.209 Foundation personnel have so far been unable to discern any pattern in the signal, so it 00:13:06.209 --> 00:13:10.199 is unknown if it is a form of communication or simply random. 00:13:10.199 --> 00:13:16.190 Most insidious of all, SCP-2119 seems able to spontaneously manifest inside human brains 00:13:16.190 --> 00:13:18.570 without entering through the ear or nose. 00:13:18.570 --> 00:13:24.100 Humans coming into the proximity of an infected host have a 14% chance of spontaneously manifesting 00:13:24.100 --> 00:13:28.009 an instance of SCP-2119 in their own brains. 00:13:28.009 --> 00:13:34.139 Since SCP-2119 has no visible means of reproduction, exactly how it does this continues to baffle 00:13:34.139 --> 00:13:35.399 Foundation scientists. 00:13:35.399 --> 00:13:41.240 SCP-2119 specimens are stored individually in hermetically sealed tanks composed of RF 00:13:41.240 --> 00:13:44.550 shielded glass and only removed for testing. 00:13:44.550 --> 00:13:48.160 Tests are to be conducted in hermetically sealed chambers composed of steel-reinforced 00:13:48.160 --> 00:13:52.870 concrete walls to block SCP-2119’s radio transmissions. 00:13:52.870 --> 00:13:57.950 All personnel handling specimens of SCP-2119 are required to wear Level 3 Hazardous Material 00:13:57.950 --> 00:14:00.610 suits to protect them from infection. 00:14:00.610 --> 00:14:06.240 SCP-2119 was recently updated from the Euclid to Keter designation after a peculiar incident, 00:14:06.240 --> 00:14:10.740 where all known hosts suddenly ceased all movement, respiration, and brain activity 00:14:10.740 --> 00:14:13.290 – effectively dying. 00:14:13.290 --> 00:14:17.399 After seven minutes and twelve seconds, the subjects revived with no ill effects from 00:14:17.399 --> 00:14:20.490 their apparent deaths and no memory of the incident. 00:14:20.490 --> 00:14:24.230 During the seven-minute interval, though, the transmitting parasites ceased broadcasting 00:14:24.230 --> 00:14:29.300 their usual static noises and instead broadcast what appears to have been a casual workplace 00:14:29.300 --> 00:14:35.629 conversation between two technicians working for whatever entity manufactures SCP-2119. 00:14:35.629 --> 00:14:41.339 All subjects infected with SCP-2119 began to emit a strange scraping noise from their 00:14:41.339 --> 00:14:45.210 throats, which agents later determined was the sound of a chair being dragged across 00:14:45.210 --> 00:14:46.680 the concrete. 00:14:46.680 --> 00:14:50.980 After this, subjects broadcast a conversation between two technicians who appeared to be 00:14:50.980 --> 00:14:54.149 oblivious to the fact that their words were being transmitted. 00:14:54.149 --> 00:14:58.600 During this conversation, the two technicians complained about a person named Rike, whom 00:14:58.600 --> 00:15:02.920 the Foundation assumes might be their supervisor, and afterwards one of the two was heard asking 00:15:02.920 --> 00:15:04.990 for and then drinking a can of Coca-Cola. 00:15:04.990 --> 00:15:09.280 The broadcast abruptly ended when one of the two technicians suddenly noticed that they 00:15:09.280 --> 00:15:11.460 were live and cut the feed. 00:15:11.460 --> 00:15:17.110 The name “Rike” is so far the Foundation’s only clue as to who or what is manufacturing 00:15:17.110 --> 00:15:23.339 SCP-2119, but so far all investigations into determining Rike’s identity have been unsuccessful. 00:15:23.339 --> 00:15:27.480 It is currently impossible to estimate how many people in the general population are 00:15:27.480 --> 00:15:32.839 infected with SCP-2119, but, considering how contagious the parasite is, it is thought 00:15:32.839 --> 00:15:35.220 to be extremely widespread. 00:15:35.220 --> 00:15:41.810 Without any known means of deactivating SCP-2119 without killing its host, containment of SCP-2119 00:15:41.810 --> 00:15:42.810 is impossible. 00:15:42.810 --> 00:15:44.079 Who knows? 00:15:44.079 --> 00:15:45.930 You might already be infected yourself. 00:15:45.930 --> 00:15:48.439 It’s not as if you would notice! 00:15:48.439 --> 00:15:54.260 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-5172 The Body Harvester, 00:15:54.260 --> 00:15:58.079 for another tale of a creepy-crawly that likes to get inside human brains. 00:15:58.079 --> 00:16:02.149 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:16:02.149 --> 00:16:05.089 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.