Female Scp 079 Novels & Stories

Damien turned to Elara. “They became ghosts.” Splice zoomed in on one particular file: Subject Echo-9. A redacted profile appeared—gender listed as female, age unknown, location: Garden Metro. But what froze the room was the image embedded in the file. A child’s drawing. Crude. Childlike. But undeniably powerful. A small girl holding hands with a woman in a white lab coat—presumably her mother. The girl had a red scarf around her neck, and a name written in crooked handwriting on the bottom of the drawing:

“Not just something. Someone made from you. From your mind. Your neural signature. The code we designed, fused with who you are. She could be your echo, your shadow or your reckoning.” Scarlett turned to him slowly. “She was built from pieces of me, yes. But she’s not me. She’s not Seraphina either.” Sebastian looked up. “Then who is she?” Scarlett didn’t answer at first. Then she whispered, “We’ll find out when we meet her.” The team touched down near the perimeter at dusk. Bitter wind slashed across the landing zone, stinging their faces through thermoplastic masks. Lights blinked on their tactical suits as they approached the outer gates of the facility.

"Shut up! Can't you two be quiet?! We have many more tasks apart from entertaining you two." One of the rogues who was guarding us spat out in reply, making me angry; but another of the guards immediately spoke over him. His tone was not exactly polite, but at least he was ready to listen to what I had to say! He spoke, snubbing his companion in the middle; "Oh, you shut up, Ricky! At least let's hear them out for the sake of their courage, and find out what they have to say. So tell me, the girl with the scar, what do you want to say?"

Project Halo had to be in there somewhere. In one hand, she carried a memory scanner. In the other, her fear. But she didn’t hesitate. Because this was no longer about answers. It was about reclaiming control. She found the mainframe beneath the biometric chamber. Silver wires stretched from the walls like veins, pulsing softly. Ophelia plugged in the device and began scanning the database. Names flew across the screen. Carl Maddox. Subject 04. Immune to psychic abilities. Recruited at age 7 after maternal sacrifice.

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

He was covered in sensors, his body a map of surgical scars. "Subject 001: Emotional Resistance Test. Trial 4,502," a voice boomed from the walls, identical to the scientist from the probe. A holographic projection of a young woman—a woman who looked disturbingly like Scarlett—appeared in the cage with him. The teenage Caleb reached out, his eyes filled with hope. "Don't touch her, Caleb!" Scarlett screamed, but her voice was a ghost’s whisper in this memory. The moment their fingers met, the woman exploded into a thousand shards of data. A massive electrical discharge hit Caleb, racking his body with agony.

Prince Axel was on a rampage within, he was too excited to have the Omega inside the tank within close distance, cuddle, snuggle, rubbing their noses like the old times and shared hot times. “Xerahn your finally back” he teared up Axel watched him closely, and Penelope looked back at him, trying to imitate his movements. “How is Xerahn SC1?” Axel said without looking, staring only at Penelope's obsidian black eyes. SC1 means Scientists #1, Axel doesn't like to call anyone by name, so everyone around the lab are not using their original name. “The electric shock wave works pretty well, and we detected no side effects, he is indeed the perfect one”

"State the completely classified vocal passcode." Hot, incredibly thick tears of absolute defeat streamed continuously down his dirt-caked cheeks. "Ascension... Protocol... Omega... Seven... Nine... Absolute," Aryan choked out pathetically. "Excellent," Kiara whispered lethally. She elegantly picked up the highly advanced biometric retinal scanner. "Now, forcefully open your entirely pathetic, heavily bloodshot eyes."

A tall woman with platinum hair stepped into view, arms crossed. Dr. Annika Vale. Once Lucien’s closest ally. Now, his shadow. She studied the tank with calculated coolness. “Status?” One of the techs replied nervously. “SAPPHIRE is online. Conscious. Baseline morality matrix has fractured.” Annika smirked. “Good.” Another tech added, “But her first inquiry was a name. ‘Ezra.’ She’s scanning for his biometric signature.” Annika turned to the tank. The woman’s glowing eyes locked on hers.