In the Foundation, death is not the worst thing that can happen to you. I've said it many times... but the nature of this place forces me to repeat it again and again. One of the inconveniences is that we don't really understand it. Many believe in a passage, a displacement, or a transformation... very 'human' ways of interpreting things, don't you think? The events and creatures we have encountered demand that we escape that. Death could be a tool, a currency, the means to an end, or something that can be granted and taken away at will...
Here, a copy of the file. A bit old but still valid. The situation hasn't changed much... and that's how the Foundation wants it from time to time. The perimeter is still there, as electrified and full of barbed wire as ever. Barely an entrance on the south side, with security elements every 1,500 meters around the fence. Four square kilometers in which no one should enter. I know it sounds strange, but the Foundation isn't so concerned about containment, but about the possibility that someone very drunk and very stupid ends up there by accident.
A Corpse Farm
For years they've tried to assign a more formal description to SCP-792, but at the end of the day... it's a farm. A corpse farm. No cows, pigs, soybeans, or corn. Bodies that start coming out of the ground and rotting just as you imagine. The 'yield' of the farm varies greatly. The Foundation found no more than forty corpses on one occasion, while in another season they counted more than four thousand. The instances span all races and ages, with a certain tendency toward elderly Caucasians and Hispanics. And they are all naked. There are no traces of clothes, or previous rituals.
You wonder how they 'grow'? The head is what comes out first. The intervals seem random, but on average ten new corpses appear per day. The complete process takes no more than two weeks. And once they reach the surface, they begin to decompose. The Foundation decided to pull one of the bodies out before its time. The part that was still buried was a huge mass of structures very similar to roots, with one difference: They were made of human muscle. All the bodies have received the designation SCP-792-1, but the story doesn't end there.
The Harvesters
In the center of the farm there is a pond. Once a year, between September 2 and October 31, the 'harvesters' emerge from there, SCP-792-2. Always between 90 and 130 of them, dressed in something equivalent to white Hazmat suits of Level A. Their visors are covered, so there is no record of their faces. All we know is that they move and work like humans, they are intelligent, and they communicate without difficulty. The 'harvest' usually takes about two days. All the instances of SCP-792-1 that they consider developed are taken to the pond, where they disappear. As for the rest, about 13 percent of the bodies, they are piled up and incinerated.
These... farmers have proven to be very peaceful, and they always cooperated with Foundation researchers, but it's evident that their activity has a critical time factor. If they are delayed too long or someone tries to remove them from the place, they begin to show symptoms of anxiety to return to their work. In '97 there was an... incident with one of them. A SCP-792-2 approached the personnel and asked to speak with the containment officer. His complaint was direct: The Foundation's research was affecting their work. When asked for more explanations, this harvester indicated that the harvest was a duty, and that the crop must not be disturbed. He also said... ah, there, at the bottom:
Those who head to Isaad need guides. We judge who is worthy and who is not. The worthy are taken to Isaad. We destroy those who are not.
Logically, the researcher asked what would happen if the Foundation continued anyway. His answer... is not easily forgotten:
Death is not a right. It is a gift we can deny.
This SCP-792-2 then accused the Foundation of threatening those who would be welcomed in Isaad, and that our efforts 'prevent them from resting.' We still don't know what or who Isaad is. All requests to suspend activities at SCP-792 were denied. It's clear that the Foundation isn't going to back down no matter how much a farmer asks, but something tells me everything could end badly. If for these beings death is a gift they can deny... I don't want to imagine the alternative.
