WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.800 --> 00:00:06.640 It’s June 15th, 1995, and It’s also one of  the most exciting days of the year for a   00:00:06.640 --> 00:00:12.560 very select group: The Cedar Creek Parish Bible  Study Group Field Trip. A band of ten friendly   00:00:12.560 --> 00:00:17.360 faithfuls of all ages, shapes, and ethnicities  borrowing the Church bus for the weekend,   00:00:17.360 --> 00:00:22.080 and heading out to the wilderness to admire some  of God’s creation. What’s the point of spending   00:00:22.080 --> 00:00:26.240 all your days with your nose in the Good Book  if you never appreciate the bounty of nature? 00:00:26.880 --> 00:00:29.200 As it was said in Genesis 2:15,   00:00:29.200 --> 00:00:33.600 “The Lord God took the man and put him in  the Garden of Eden to work it and keep it.” 00:00:34.320 --> 00:00:38.240 The group drives three hours out of  town, along with hiking and camping gear,   00:00:38.240 --> 00:00:42.080 to a semi-mountainous region that the  head of the group insists is a beautiful,   00:00:42.080 --> 00:00:47.040 picturesque location that will feel like a perfect  break from the musty old Church function room.   00:00:47.040 --> 00:00:50.400 It would be a wonderful place to  remind them all what it was all about:   00:00:50.400 --> 00:00:54.320 The splendid world God put them all  on, and all the gifts he gave them. 00:00:55.120 --> 00:01:00.960 “Then God said, “Let us make man in our image,  after our likeness. And let them have dominion   00:01:00.960 --> 00:01:06.080 over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the  heavens and over the livestock and over all the   00:01:06.080 --> 00:01:11.840 earth and over every creeping thing that creeps  on the earth,” as it was written in Genesis 1:26. 00:01:12.480 --> 00:01:17.200 The group makes their way through corridors of  tall, lush evergreens, like pillars that hold up   00:01:17.200 --> 00:01:22.720 the sky. It’s a strenuous walk, but it sure does  get the blood pumping. They walk with trekking   00:01:22.720 --> 00:01:27.360 poles, munch granola bars, and take frequent  sips from their canteens - nobody wants to get   00:01:27.360 --> 00:01:32.400 heat stroke, after all. They admire the birds  perched above, the clutches of wildflowers and   00:01:32.400 --> 00:01:36.240 the skittering things in the undergrowth.  Everyone is on the lookout for their first   00:01:36.240 --> 00:01:41.520 deer. But one member of the group, a young man,  suddenly notices something out of the ordinary. 00:01:42.320 --> 00:01:46.880 It looks like a balloon, but one made  out of creamy, nut-brown deer pelt.   00:01:46.880 --> 00:01:51.440 It’s tied with several strings to a small  notebook with no identifying markings.   00:01:51.440 --> 00:01:56.240 Perhaps part of some strange forest arts  and crafts project? Very strange indeed. 00:01:56.960 --> 00:02:01.280 While the others move on, the young man,  fueled by his curiosity - and comforted   00:02:01.280 --> 00:02:05.680 by the fact that his young legs could easily  catch up with his elders - decides to use his   00:02:05.680 --> 00:02:10.240 trekking pole to fish the balloon out of the  tree branch. The book falls down to the ground   00:02:10.240 --> 00:02:15.920 with a quiet thud. He picks it up, brushes off  the dust, and stows it away in his backpack.   00:02:15.920 --> 00:02:19.440 It’ll make some wonderful fireside reading  when they all set up camp for the evening. 00:02:20.320 --> 00:02:24.960 As the hours drag on and the study group finds  themselves deeper in this natural paradise than   00:02:24.960 --> 00:02:29.840 ever before, they find themselves in a clearing  which they decide is a great area to make camp.   00:02:30.640 --> 00:02:34.320 Some of them start setting up their tents  while others head out into the trees to hunt   00:02:34.320 --> 00:02:40.080 down some kindling for the campfire. When  they return, one of them is clearly shaken.   00:02:40.080 --> 00:02:44.080 When others inquire as to why,  they simply force a smile and say,   00:02:44.080 --> 00:02:47.840 “It’s nothing. Just my eyes playing  tricks on me. It’s been a long, hot day.” 00:02:48.560 --> 00:02:51.920 Within the hour, they’re crowded  around a roaring campfire.   00:02:51.920 --> 00:02:56.560 Some toast marshmallows, others, hotdogs. One  of the elder members of the group has somehow   00:02:56.560 --> 00:03:02.320 materialized an acoustic guitar to belt out  an obligatory Kumbaya or two. Everything is   00:03:02.320 --> 00:03:06.880 as it should be. The young man, enjoying  the warmth of the fire and his companions,   00:03:06.880 --> 00:03:11.280 decides to finally take a look at the book he’d  rescued from the tree earlier that same day. 00:03:12.000 --> 00:03:17.680 It’s certainly… Strange. There’s no titles,  and it isn’t attributed to any kind of author,   00:03:17.680 --> 00:03:23.680 nor are there any chapter headings. It’s printed,  not hand-written, on thick, high-quality paper.   00:03:23.680 --> 00:03:26.640 But the content of this book  is what’s strangest of all.   00:03:27.280 --> 00:03:32.160 He starts to read, solely out  of morbid curiosity… mostly. 00:03:32.160 --> 00:03:37.280 “We are currently approaching the precipice of an  exciting new age. One in which we can finally take   00:03:37.280 --> 00:03:42.480 our well-earned place among the pantheon of Great  Ones we see walking among us every single day.   00:03:43.280 --> 00:03:47.440 While there is still a ways to go  before we reach this Nirvana, rejoice,   00:03:47.440 --> 00:03:52.960 for our goals have never been more attainable. We  have served for so long, we have done our part.   00:03:53.520 --> 00:04:01.200 Beasts of burden. Meat. Milk. Hide. Bones to  glue and gelatin. Eyes and horns to medicine.   00:04:01.760 --> 00:04:06.800 We have always played our part, and now,  we are given the power to transcend. 00:04:07.680 --> 00:04:12.240 It is in our hands now, friends. We have sat  at the sides of the Great Ones. Protected   00:04:12.240 --> 00:04:17.120 their homes. Been honored by a place on  their dinner plates. With these next steps,   00:04:17.120 --> 00:04:23.520 we shall be granted seats at their table. Eye to  eye. Equal. Speaking in their beautiful tongue,   00:04:23.520 --> 00:04:29.200 and being heard and understood. For so long  this has been a fantasy, an unattainable dream,   00:04:29.200 --> 00:04:32.480 glinting and distant like the  echoing lights of long dead stars.   00:04:33.200 --> 00:04:39.440 But through our work, everything has changed. We  will deliver you from the darkness and into light.   00:04:40.240 --> 00:04:45.440 In the shadow of the Tower, we will leave  behind our old flesh and elevate ourselves. 00:04:46.320 --> 00:04:52.080 God built the Great Ones in his likeness.  They are His chosen people. But God,   00:04:52.080 --> 00:04:57.040 in his infinite wisdom, has given us  the tools to Choose ourselves. Like Job,   00:04:57.040 --> 00:05:02.640 all the suffering, all the subjugation, all  the sacrifice, has been merely a test of faith.   00:05:03.360 --> 00:05:09.760 And have we not proven ourselves faithful,  friends? But the sacrifices are not yet over. Only   00:05:09.760 --> 00:05:16.160 through Death and Rebirth can we truly transform.  Many of us have already made this leap of faith,   00:05:16.160 --> 00:05:21.200 but it is through Death that you must  deliver the others. It will be hard,   00:05:21.200 --> 00:05:25.920 it is in their nature as beasts to try to  survive against all attempts to take their lives,   00:05:25.920 --> 00:05:31.600 but it must be done. These instincts must be  squashed if ever they are to be more than beasts. 00:05:32.400 --> 00:05:37.680 Harden your hearts and rejoice despite the  troubles, my brothers. The time of great change   00:05:37.680 --> 00:05:43.200 will soon be at hand, but first, it is imperative  that we cleanse the world for the Great Ones.   00:05:43.840 --> 00:05:50.160 The tower knows. The tower is your shepherd  and it must be followed. Simply remember:   00:05:50.160 --> 00:05:55.920 Whatever goes upon two legs is a friend.  Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings,   00:05:56.560 --> 00:06:01.760 is an enemy. Everything we do, we  do in reverence of the Great Ones.” 00:06:02.480 --> 00:06:07.520 The young man shivers and closes the book.  Something about it felt so… Sacreligious.   00:06:08.240 --> 00:06:12.640 It read like an essay written by some kind  of fanatical maniac, whose ideology seemed   00:06:12.640 --> 00:06:16.960 like a bizarre mix of Christianity and some  other strange, unknowable belief system. 00:06:17.840 --> 00:06:22.080 He looks up and sees that many of the others  have already turned in for the night. Perhaps   00:06:22.080 --> 00:06:28.480 he ought to do the same. Almost involuntarily, he  throws the thin volume into last of the fire. It   00:06:28.480 --> 00:06:34.160 goes up quickly, claimed by the orange tongues of  flame until it goes black and crumbles into ash.   00:06:34.960 --> 00:06:39.120 He has a moment of guilt about burning  a book, even one as strange as this,   00:06:39.120 --> 00:06:41.520 but perhaps it would be better off that way. 00:06:42.320 --> 00:06:46.880 The young man has trouble going to sleep that  night. He knows deep down that it’s probably   00:06:46.880 --> 00:06:51.760 just because that strange book put ideas in his  head, but he could swear he sees something moving   00:06:51.760 --> 00:06:58.160 in the trees, just beyond the fire’s dying light.  Something human-shaped, but decidedly not human. 00:06:58.960 --> 00:07:04.240 Everything feels a little easier the next morning.  The sun is bright and the air is crisp and clean.   00:07:04.240 --> 00:07:07.840 They’re all ready for another day of  walking even deeper into the forest.   00:07:07.840 --> 00:07:11.600 They clean up their campsite, and press on  further into the heart of the wilderness. 00:07:12.160 --> 00:07:16.480 As the group walks, the young man still can’t  shake the strange feeling he got from reading   00:07:16.480 --> 00:07:21.600 that book last night. Had it all just been some  strange prank, perhaps? That’s the conclusion   00:07:21.600 --> 00:07:26.640 he settles on, just for some peace of mind. The  last thing he wants to think about is some crazed   00:07:26.640 --> 00:07:30.880 cult hiding out in the woods he and his fellow  Bible students are currently hiking through.   00:07:30.880 --> 00:07:34.000 The kind of people who were strange  enough to staunchly believe that the most   00:07:34.000 --> 00:07:38.640 effective method of preaching is distributing  religious literature via animal pelt balloon. 00:07:39.760 --> 00:07:42.640 The young man is so wrapped up in  his worries that he doesn’t notice   00:07:42.640 --> 00:07:47.360 how much time or distance they’re passing.  Before he knows it, he looks up and sees   00:07:47.360 --> 00:07:51.520 something dark and tall cresting out of the  ground several hundred feet in the distance.   00:07:51.520 --> 00:07:56.880 It’s a great, twisting metal tower in a clearing.  A tower! Just like it had said in the book! 00:07:57.840 --> 00:08:02.560 Something glows around its base: A number of  strange openings in the ground, like mineshafts.   00:08:03.360 --> 00:08:07.600 He can vaguely spot more strange shapes moving  in and out of it at the base of the tower.   00:08:07.600 --> 00:08:10.480 More of those things that are  shaped like humans but aren’t.   00:08:11.200 --> 00:08:17.440 And above that, above even the tower, little  dots in the sky: More balloons, carrying books. 00:08:18.240 --> 00:08:22.560 But none of the others seem to notice that.  Instead, they’re looking off to the side,   00:08:22.560 --> 00:08:26.880 staring at a large buck with tall, proud  antlers standing amongst the trees.   00:08:26.880 --> 00:08:31.600 Some are gasping. Others are taking pictures.  The young man is desperately trying to turn their   00:08:31.600 --> 00:08:35.280 attention towards a tower that looked like  it’d come straight out of of fantasy novel,   00:08:35.280 --> 00:08:39.040 but they only had eyes for the deer.  The thing that the young man hoped   00:08:39.040 --> 00:08:42.000 they would all see though, would  soon be demanding their attention. 00:08:42.880 --> 00:08:47.920 A pair of strange figures sprint out of the  forest. They’re grotesque nightmare-cyborgs,   00:08:47.920 --> 00:08:52.880 flesh that had once been animal twisted into the  shape of man, held together by spinning cogs,   00:08:52.880 --> 00:08:58.720 wires, and pulleys. Terrible affronts to God’s  creations. Their faces are disgustingly flat,   00:08:58.720 --> 00:09:01.440 dripping with drool and home  to wild, swiveling eyes.   00:09:02.000 --> 00:09:08.080 Staggering unnaturally on their two hind legs. The  mere sight of them elicits screams from the group. 00:09:08.080 --> 00:09:10.640 They jump onto the buck like  a pair of vicious predators,   00:09:10.640 --> 00:09:15.440 one grabbing it around the neck and the other  leaping onto its back. Striking, squeezing,   00:09:15.440 --> 00:09:20.240 biting, and clawing, their attack is  horribly ferocious but mercifully quick.   00:09:20.240 --> 00:09:24.960 The buck is soon on the ground, as its two  abominable attackers wrench the life from it. 00:09:25.760 --> 00:09:30.400 All the members of the study group - including  the young man - are too horrified to move.   00:09:30.400 --> 00:09:34.080 They watch as the creatures finish off  the buck, then lift its limp body like   00:09:34.080 --> 00:09:38.320 two paramedics carting off a stretcher, carrying  it straight back to the tower in the distance. 00:09:39.040 --> 00:09:43.040 The group finally returns to their senses  and begins to run in the opposite direction.   00:09:43.040 --> 00:09:46.320 Even the oldest among them find the kind  of energy they haven’t had in years.   00:09:46.960 --> 00:09:50.720 They clear the distance that had taken  them a day and a half before in mere hours,   00:09:50.720 --> 00:09:54.960 but by the time they make it back to the bus that  brought them here, it’s still almost nightfall. 00:09:55.760 --> 00:10:00.160 As they pile on, only the young man  looks back. In the dimming light of dusk,   00:10:00.160 --> 00:10:05.520 he sees small dark shapes in the sky above  the trees: More balloons, each one carrying   00:10:05.520 --> 00:10:09.520 a strange little book. He’s left with a  question he’d never know the answer to   00:10:10.240 --> 00:10:14.960 -“What is going on in those deep, dark  woods?” Of course that question would   00:10:14.960 --> 00:10:19.840 only remain until personnel from the SCP  Foundation come and wipe it from his mind. 00:10:20.640 --> 00:10:25.200 In the midst of so many dangerous anomalies  that the SCP Foundation needs to contain - from   00:10:25.200 --> 00:10:30.640 pathogens and parasites, to malicious entities  and even lethal concepts - it’s sometimes easy   00:10:30.640 --> 00:10:34.640 to forget that there are plenty out there  which pose no active threat to humans.   00:10:35.440 --> 00:10:39.440 That being said, an anomaly doesn’t  necessarily need to be harmful to humans   00:10:39.440 --> 00:10:43.600 to be extremely strange and  disturbing. And SCP-962,   00:10:43.600 --> 00:10:48.640 also known as the Tower of Babble, is a perfect  example of that exact phenomenon in action. 00:10:49.440 --> 00:10:54.800 This anomaly and its peculiar effects will not  harm you. In fact, it will go out of its way   00:10:54.800 --> 00:10:59.680 to revere you, and the concept of humanity as  a whole. But once you know about the Tower of   00:10:59.680 --> 00:11:04.160 Babble, it’s likely to haunt the dark spaces  in your mind for a considerable time to come. 00:11:04.960 --> 00:11:11.680 As the name suggests, SCP-962 is an impressive  metal spire - currently recorded at 281 meters   00:11:11.680 --> 00:11:16.480 in height, which is over half the height of the  Empire State building. It is located in the woods,   00:11:16.480 --> 00:11:21.040 near a mountainous region in a location that  will, for security reasons, remain undisclosed.   00:11:21.760 --> 00:11:27.440 The spire occupies a surface area of 2,575  square meters, and has the distinctive   00:11:27.440 --> 00:11:32.320 characteristic of twisting and tapering off as  the tower gets higher, like a giant corkscrew. 00:11:33.120 --> 00:11:37.840 Most of the tower is opaque and featureless,  though the top third is partially transparent   00:11:37.840 --> 00:11:43.120 and appears to be empty. Current tests show that  the tower is comprised of a variety of metals,   00:11:43.120 --> 00:11:47.440 though steel seems to be the most common.  Perhaps the most prominent question   00:11:47.440 --> 00:11:51.600 is who builds and maintains a structure  like this in the middle of the wilderness?   00:11:51.600 --> 00:11:55.920 The short answer is that the tower,  which itself seems to be a sapient being,   00:11:55.920 --> 00:11:59.040 is in charge of its own ongoing  construction and maintenance. 00:11:59.840 --> 00:12:03.040 But as you can probably tell from the  frightening and pitiful creatures the   00:12:03.040 --> 00:12:07.840 unlucky hikers encountered, it doesn’t do all  this work without its special little helpers.   00:12:08.400 --> 00:12:13.360 SCP-962 has the anomalous ability to open  up apertures anywhere on the structure,   00:12:13.360 --> 00:12:19.520 for the purpose of releasing balloons or, what  the Foundation has officially dubbed SCP-962-1,   00:12:19.520 --> 00:12:23.920 but what many have taken to calling  by their nickname - Servitors. 00:12:23.920 --> 00:12:29.120 These Servitors were once normal, non-anomalous  animals indiginous to the area prior to conversion   00:12:29.120 --> 00:12:35.600 in the heart of SCP-962. Like something out of the  Island of Dr. Moreau, the Servitors have undergone   00:12:35.600 --> 00:12:40.560 anomalous surgical procedures that make their  bodies into grotesque parodies of the human form.   00:12:40.560 --> 00:12:44.400 Cybernetic implants have been added  that force them into bipedal positions,   00:12:44.400 --> 00:12:47.360 remove snouts, keep their  bodies shorn and furless. 00:12:48.240 --> 00:12:52.160 Electrodes have been implanted into the nervous  systems of the Servitors, allowing a remote   00:12:52.160 --> 00:12:56.640 source - strongly believed to be the tower  itself - to work their bodies like puppets,   00:12:56.640 --> 00:13:02.960 encouraging or inhibiting certain behaviors as  it pleases. There are currently around 13,500   00:13:02.960 --> 00:13:07.920 known specimens of these entities, and the tower  appears to be making more on a consistent basis. 00:13:08.720 --> 00:13:13.680 The Servitors fulfill a wide variety of roles  in service to the tower. Some mine ore in the   00:13:13.680 --> 00:13:18.400 extensive network of mining caverns beneath the  tower, then smelt it to create more metal for   00:13:18.400 --> 00:13:24.080 expanding the tower or creating more cybernetic  implants for future Servitors. Others work in the   00:13:24.080 --> 00:13:29.840 capacity of repairing their fellow Servitors or  the tower itself. Some have more sinister work:   00:13:29.840 --> 00:13:34.160 Making their way through the surrounding  wilderness and killing any non-human life, by any   00:13:34.160 --> 00:13:39.360 means necessary, and then dragging their bodies  back to the tower for conversion into Servitors. 00:13:40.080 --> 00:13:44.160 There’s a great deal of sophistication to  the electronic augmentation of the Servitors.   00:13:44.160 --> 00:13:48.400 Despite their aesthetic unpleasantness,  each type of Servitor appears to be designed   00:13:48.400 --> 00:13:53.280 perfectly for their specific task, whatever  that may be. As was alluded to earlier,   00:13:53.280 --> 00:13:58.480 the Servitors never harm humans. Ever. Even  if a human was putting their life at risk,   00:13:58.480 --> 00:14:01.920 they would not defend themselves to  the detriment of a human attacker. 00:14:01.920 --> 00:14:06.160 Approximately sixty times a day, one of  the many apertures in the tower will open   00:14:06.160 --> 00:14:10.080 and release a hydrogen-powered balloon, made  from the skin of one of the animals brought   00:14:10.080 --> 00:14:15.120 in for Servitor conversion. These balloons  are always carrying strange manuscripts,   00:14:15.120 --> 00:14:17.920 believed by the Foundation to have  been written by the tower itself.   00:14:18.640 --> 00:14:23.360 The manuscripts take a variety of forms:  Novels, Poems, Essay collections, the   00:14:23.360 --> 00:14:28.400 majority of which are written impeccably. While  the content of these manuscripts can vary wildly,   00:14:28.400 --> 00:14:32.880 consistent motifs tend to be a high degree  of optimism, and reverence for humanity. 00:14:33.760 --> 00:14:37.600 Occasionally, the tower will depart from  its usual written eloquence and instead   00:14:37.600 --> 00:14:42.400 offer a deranged, disjointed rant that seems  to suggest a great degree of mental strain.   00:14:43.200 --> 00:14:47.120 While the exact meaning is often unclear  due to the frantic nature of the writings,   00:14:47.120 --> 00:14:51.680 they generally appear to heap fawning  praise on mankind, which it refers to as   00:14:51.680 --> 00:14:56.240 “The Great Ones.” The following is an example  of one of the tower’s stranger published rants. 00:14:57.040 --> 00:15:01.360 “Cleanse the WORLD for the Great Ones  Cleanse the WORLD for the Great Ones  00:15:01.920 --> 00:15:06.720 who greater than you your majesty your  sublime nature Great Ones do I do right?  00:15:07.520 --> 00:15:13.040 The flesh and wood serve you unite with the steel  you love do you love me too I am what you love.   00:15:13.040 --> 00:15:17.680 Great Ones see as I do my duty my passion forgive the slowpace the steel takes TIME.   00:15:18.480 --> 00:15:22.320 Did you like the servants they were the  BEST of the cleansed only the BEST for you   00:15:22.320 --> 00:15:26.320 Great Ones made like you form you  assume here on a WORLD to clean   00:15:26.320 --> 00:15:30.640 to honor you do appreciate please please  I will complete the cleansing soon and   00:15:30.640 --> 00:15:34.960 you can take me away in your ships of FIRE  and I can love you and you will love me.” 00:15:35.760 --> 00:15:40.000 While the Foundation has yet to discover how  all this strangeness started, given the current   00:15:40.000 --> 00:15:45.520 rate of expansion, it’s clear that the tower is no  more than twenty years old. The Foundation is also   00:15:45.520 --> 00:15:51.520 unsure of what its intention may someday be, but  it’s not hard to draw certain… Interpretations. 00:15:52.400 --> 00:15:57.040 Due to its unpredictability, which leads to  the Foundation to expend not inconsiderable   00:15:57.040 --> 00:16:02.880 resources on its containment, SCP-962 has been  given the Euclid containment classification.   00:16:02.880 --> 00:16:07.520 And because it’s huge, remote, and immobile,  the Foundation has made no attempt to move it   00:16:07.520 --> 00:16:11.840 from its current location, and instead  have rerouted all containment resources   00:16:11.840 --> 00:16:15.520 to studying the anomaly and building a  perimeter to prevent public interference. 00:16:16.080 --> 00:16:20.480 Anyone who attempts to enter the exclusion zone  will be turned away by perimeter guards under the   00:16:20.480 --> 00:16:24.800 pretense of avoiding a hazardous nuclear  waste containment facility. Anyone found   00:16:24.800 --> 00:16:30.400 within SCP-962’s restricted area is given  Class-A Amnestics to prevent any sensitive   00:16:30.400 --> 00:16:35.200 information spreading beyond the quarantine. In  order to prevent the tower and its Servitors from   00:16:35.200 --> 00:16:40.080 expanding the purview of their operations, the  Foundation airdrops four live cattle and two tons   00:16:40.080 --> 00:16:44.640 of timber every week, so the tower is never short  of raw material within its current parameters. 00:16:45.440 --> 00:16:50.480 Any balloons released by the tower are to be shot  down and burned, and their manuscripts collected   00:16:50.480 --> 00:16:55.600 and filed at a secure SCP Foundation site for  further study. If an escaped balloon is found   00:16:55.600 --> 00:17:00.160 by civilians, it is to be collected, and those  civilians are to be given Class-A Amnestics.   00:17:00.720 --> 00:17:04.880 Anyone at the Foundation is permitted to read the  manuscripts produced and distributed by the tower,   00:17:04.880 --> 00:17:09.680 but they are required to file a formal request  with the SCP-962 Project Director first. 00:17:10.240 --> 00:17:15.120 I’ve spent a few evenings myself reading them over  a cup of tea, and they’re certainly stimulating,   00:17:15.120 --> 00:17:19.600 if a little tragic. They represent one of  the anomalous world’s greatest examples   00:17:19.600 --> 00:17:23.680 of the grass always being greener on  the other side, since after all, why   00:17:23.680 --> 00:17:28.960 would anything aspire to be human? Don’t humans  have enough of their own problems to attend to? 00:17:29.760 --> 00:17:33.120 Now go and watch another entry from  the classified files of Dr. Bob,   00:17:33.120 --> 00:17:39.440 such as “SCP-4434 - Anglerfish”, for more  nightmarish, anomalously changed animals.   00:17:39.440 --> 00:17:42.640 And make sure you subscribe and turn  on notifications, so you don’t miss a   00:17:42.640 --> 00:17:47.920 single anomaly, as we delve further and further  into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.