SCP-887

Description

SCP-887 is a man in his late forties, born in ███████, Russia. His left arm and left side of his face are partially paralyzed, resulting in slurred speech. SCP-887 recently emerged from a 17-year coma in ████████ Hospital, St. Petersburg, displaying nearly-complete mental recuperation aside from extreme hypergraphia. Subject claims he was conscious during the entire length of his coma, receiving communications from an unknown source; his hypergraphia is attributed to him writing down all that was told to him during this period.

SCP-887 is amiable, but has trouble keeping track of long conversations and cannot be taken off his work for more than fifteen minutes at a time. The subject is adamant about his process, going as far as writing on the walls with his own blood if writing implements are unavailable.

SCP-887's output includes text, drawings, mathematical equations, and engineering blueprints. Several display knowledge of languages and concepts he was not educated in or that he would not have been aware of while interned. When questioned about the contents of his work, he claims to have forgotten or not known more than what's written down.

Interview 887-a

Interviewer: Dr. Zara

Foreword: Interview takes place three days after subject's containment, and has been translated from the original Russian.

<Begin Log>

Interviewer: Good evening. Can you understand me?

SCP-887: Oh, yes, yes. <pause> You have a familiar accent, have you been to ██████?

Interviewer: I fear I'm not at liberty to discuss that, sir. Now, if you please - could you state your name and place of birth?

SCP-887: ████ ████████, born in… <pause> ██ of █████ … ████ … ████████, Russia.

Interviewer: Do you understand why you are here?

SCP-887: I… this is a hospital, yes? I believe I came for a treatment. For my headaches. I get a lot of headaches after the truck crash.

Interviewer: I see. Could you describe what you remember from this accident?

SCP-887: I was driving a truck - carrying a shipment of… I don't remember. I was almost to ████████, I think I fell asleep on the wheel… something hit me. I don't remember what.

Interviewer: What happened next?

SCP-887: Oh, I woke up lying down on something soft. The hospital, I suppose. Many voices around, but I couldn't see anything. Or move. Tried to speak for a long time. A long time. Tell people I was okay, yes? And then I hear… (Subject fidgets, searches clothes for something.)

Interviewer: Hear what?

SCP-887: What?

Interviewer: You were lying down and could not move, and then you started hearing something?

SCP-887: Oh! Yes. The voices. They told me things. All the time.

Interviewer: All the time?

SCP-887: Until I wake, yes? (searches clothes again) Do you have a pencil, a pen? I need to write something I remembered.

Interviewer: In a moment, sir. What did these voices tell you?

SCP-887: Oh, many things. Important things, yes? I have been trying to remember them. (tentatively scratches table with nails, then with more strength)

Interviewer: Sir, please calm down.

SCP-887: No, no, I have to write this down. Can't forget it. No. (Subject's nails bleed a bit, subject attempts to write letters on the table with the blood)

Interviewer: Why? What will happen if you don't write it down?

SCP-887: (Looks at interviewer panicked, then starts tearing his fingers against the table and walls)

<End Log>

Addendum:

A description at length of SCP-887's output that has been decoded so far is located at SCP-887 Log. Researchers are encouraged to add to it as more information is unraveled.