- [Man] Hello? Is thing on? We recording? [Sighs] Honestly, of all the things I
thought I'd be doing up here. Well, this is just sad. To whoever you are, whatever you are, Hello! I am the last remaining man. And on behalf of my species and my planet, I applaud you for staying
far away from us until now. We were genuinely awful. At least up until the very end. Nothing like an impending apocalypse to bring a species together. Of course, if they were still around I know they'd love to watch this. Particularly the O5's. Hey, guys! Go fu--(static) yourselves! You left me here. Completely alone. But we're past that, clearly. I'm gonna use any time I
have left to tell my story. Since nobody else will be able to. Let's start at the beginning. (static crackling) (ominous sound) I was assigned to Protocol LEGIONNAIRE by the O5's about a year ago. At the time it felt like an honor. But all the training and the fallout, all the stress and pressure. It was nearly too much to handle. I mean, seriously, you'd
think after years at MIT I'd already be qualified
for space missions But... regardless, I was
put through six months of training and briefing. Not that it helped clarify
anything about this mission. It was completely unbelievable. And it was so highly
classified, it was barely anyone I could verify the reports with. It was a small team,
just Werner and myself. Through every briefing
he was there with me learning about SCP-2399 and
a threat opposed to mankind. - [Female voice] The aliens superstructure is capable of causing an SK-Class barren earth, end of the world event. Due to its remote location
and the data we've collected it has been placed in the
Keter containment class and the (mumbles) of destruction class. These classifications are
not to be taken lightly. - I thought they were a bit
heavy-handed with that part. But in hindsight, I
guess they were dead on. They've been aware of it
for decades, it turns out. These satellites monitoring it. Hell, this wasn't even their
first mission to destroy it. First visual contact was made in 1963. Smack dab in the middle of
the Great Red Spot on Jupiter. Over the next several
decades of monitoring, the O5's got increasingly
concerned about it. And for good reason. The massive mechanical
structure was observed to have antimatter based weaponry. Which it was using to
create spatial disruptions and atmospheric phenomenon. It was the cause of the Great Red Spot. A storm so large you could
fit three Earth-sized planets inside it. That alone was enough cause for worry. But, then it began receiving transmissions from the depths of space. Another galaxy three million light years from our solar system. Probably from whoever, whatever built it. If it was even made by another entity. For about six years they've
received a looping message which, through code breaking
and translation efforts, was determined to be a
command to repair itself. So it was learned that
the SCP was damaged. Which came as a relief. But also it could repair
itself autonomously. Which was alarming. After that, the O5's pushed this thing up their list of priorities. They built and launched the BARRIER Array which was a series of satellites designed to intercept any further transmissions it might receive in its
intergalactic pen pals. All other information I
learned about this thing felt like it was straight out
of some science fiction movie. Even in its damaged
state, it seemed to have a limitless power supply. Advanced electric magnetic shielding. Matter disrupting weaponry. And a precise tracking
and targeting system. It was designed to destroy. And it was indeed repairing itself. It was hypothesized that it
impacted Jupiter's moon Io before coming to rest at
Jupiter's lower atmosphere. Some of them stayed nearby
and others traveled as far as Jupiter's moons to recovery
parts that the SCP lost. This lead to one of the
first violent exchanges with SCP-2399. BARRIER Unit 53 observed
one of the repair drones closing in on a piece of debris. It was quickly determined to be a part of the damaged
communications array. Because of the nature of
the specific component, and the ramifications of
allowing its recovery, it resorted the BARRIER
Unit 45 fire upon the drone with its onboard concussion batteries. Seconds after that attack we lost contact with BARRIER Unit 45. In a spatial anomaly
thought to be originated from the SCP was observed surrounding it. We had to act fast. There was no choice but
to terminate Unit 45 using other units in the BARRIER Array. It was forbidden to further engage the SCP or any of its drones using
the array from then on. - [Female] Under no circumstance
are any BARRIER Units to further engage either SCP-2399 or drones released by SCP-2399. - [Male Voice] So, unable
to destroy any drones or interfere with any other way, we began to prepare for
the inevitable prospect of repairs being completed. Switching to a proactive
approach wasn't just an option, it was an absolute necessary. Because starting in 1996,
the BARRIER Array began intercepting a new repeating message. - [Female Voice] Unit is
out of range of target. Proceed to planet number three. End system. - [Male Voice] The BARRIER
Array prevented that message from being received by SCP-2399. In 2015, the message was
updated and more urgent. - [Female Voice] Proceed
to planet number three. End system. Priority is target. Cease repairs. - [Male Voice] If the array
was still doing its job, nothing should have happened. But clearly, everything
went to hell after that. When the thing just started to rise out of the gases of Jupiter's atmosphere, the O5's activated Protocol LEGIONNAIRE. Werner and I were ushered
in as a last resort. The saviors of humanity. We piloted the vehicle of
our deliverance to the moon. Planning to launch a defense toward the faceless metallic threat. It was a massive EMP. One that they hoped would
knock down SCP-2399's shields. Accompanied by a volley
of nukes big enough to wipe out our entire
civilization a thousand times over. There was a little
brightness in the world then. When the news went public people began channeling
hope into our program. What other choice did they have? The world watched LEGIONNAIRE's
first test launch. Jimmy Kimmel made
electromagnetic post jokes. My nieces and nephews drew crayon pictures of rockets and explosions, arguing about which missile was the best. The Pope led the faithful in
prayer in St. Peter's square. The Lord's angels made mettle. It was an end to wars. An end to pointless
squabbles and politics. All the negative energies of
mankind turned to purpose. With an outside threat so
faceless, so impersonal, that all vitriol and
hatred directed towards it became noble. Naturally, this was
gonna be more successful than their last attempt, Project GIGAS. That was almost the exact same thing except they mounted their
attack from orbit around Europa. Warheads, EMP's, enough
resources that are required the combined efforts of 45 countries to create the whole payload. The results of Project
GIGAS were classified. But clearly it wasn't what
I would call a success. If it was, you wouldn't
be hearing this message. So, without presumably failed
attempt burning in my mind, I flew with Werner. He was much more helpful than
myself, ever the optimist. Never losing faith in the foundation. Even when the whole thing went sideways, he told me they had to have a solution. - [Werner] Come on, have you
ever known the foundation to put all their hopes
on one single project? They gotta have a silver bullet. One more card up the sleeve. Something. - I admired his optimism
but we were supposed to be the silver bullet. The whole payload, which I was deathly afraid of, by the way, was launched at the SCP as
it hurdled toward Earth. We had the eyes of the whole world on us. And then suddenly, we didn't anymore. (buzzing slowly intensifying ) (silence) - In the months that followed,
he got quieter and quieter. We only spoke when we had our
rehydrated meals together. Then one day, he just left. Which you'd think would be a
hard thing to do on the moon. Because where is there to go? I remember seeing him
walking through the craters, heading toward the horizon. I opened a radio channel. Hey Werney, where are you going? (radio beeping) But he didn't answer. Didn't stop. Didn't turn around. Didn't even wave goodbye. Honestly, I didn't think he'd
be the first one to snap. But he doesn't have to
look down on Earth anymore. I had my daily call a little late today. That's what gave me the
idea for this video. The cameras still work, amazingly. The sky is a swirling, roaring
mass of dust and sulfur. Masonry and debris bouncing
past like tumbleweeds. The leftovers of the human race. Same ol' same ol'. I might've gone a little
mad on the call there. I'm kinda glad nobody was there
to hear me on the other end. I started talking to Werner,
asking him to come back. And to start telling off the
O5's for doing this to me. But all I got was this
same automated response I've gotten for months. - [Female Voice] This is an
automated message from Site 19. We have a category one site wide failure. Contact alternate command for orders. - My family, my dog, my house, They're all gone. I'll never turn on the TV and, and see you say that LEGIONNAIRE worked. It blew up that alien
piece of sh--(static) And it's not the end of the world anymore. No! It's right out there. A colossal mass of alien
machinery is on my screen. Hovering amidst the roiling atmosphere. Covered in scorched marks
from a thousand atomic blasts. And have to look at it
everyday until I die here. To whoever you are, whatever you are, I am the last man. And on behalf of my species and my planet, you should've stayed
far, far away from us. (static and ominous pulsing)
