The breakthrough came when I stopped thinking in terms of single systems.
Kaminoan cloning technology was already revolutionary on its own.SCP-2000—Deus Ex Machina—was something else entirely.
So I did what the Foundation had always done best.
I combined them.
Deep beneath Yellowstone National Park, far below where the world believed reality reset itself only in the direst circumstances, SCP-2000 hummed with dormant, godlike potential. It had rebuilt civilization before. It had rewritten humanity from templates and stored data.
Now, it would do something far more precise.
By merging Kaminoan cloning vats with SCP-2000's reconstruction and memory-integration architecture, we achieved something unprecedented: perfected human replication with experiential inheritance.
Not just bodies.
Soldiers.
We began with the serum.
From the System, I had purchased a single vial—the original Super Soldier Serum, the same one that transformed Steve Rogers. I reverse-engineered it molecule by molecule, stripping away its visual alterations while preserving—and amplifying—its effects.
The result was elegant.
No increased height.No exaggerated musculature.No visible transformation at all.
Yet beneath the skin?
Superhuman strength
Enhanced speed and endurance
Accelerated recovery
Perfect metabolic efficiency
They looked like ordinary people.
They were anything but.
Next came the genetic base.
We reviewed every single Foundation field agent. Combat records. Survival rates. Psychological resilience. Anomaly exposure. Decision-making under impossible pressure.
One stood above the rest.
Our best.
Using that agent as the primary genetic template, we began mass-production—not of mindless troops, but of elite operatives refined to perfection. Each clone was grown through the Kaminoan–SCP-2000 hybrid process, infused with the upgraded serum during development, ensuring total biological integration.
Then came the memories.
SCP-2000 allowed us to download knowledge directly into their minds as they were created:
Tactical combat doctrine
Anomaly containment procedures
SCP classifications and historical incidents
Weapons mastery across every known platform
Urban, wilderness, and extradimensional tracking
They emerged from the vats already knowing.
But knowledge alone wasn't enough.
So we trained them anyway.
Because memory could tell you how to fight—but only experience could teach your body to react.
My Death Troopers became instructors once more.
They drilled the clones relentlessly in:
Death Trooper combat doctrine
Advanced firearms and heavy weapons
Close-quarters combat and martial arts
Squad coordination and silent operations
Reality-bending threat response
The implanted memories gave them a massive advantage—but muscle memory still had to be earned. And they earned it.
Then came the final, most sensitive modification.
Loyalty.
Each batch of clones was psychologically conditioned—deep, unbreakable, surgically precise—to be absolutely loyal to a single Overseer.
One batch for O5-1.Another for O5-2.And so on.
Not shared allegiance.Not divided command.
Total loyalty.
They were issued true Red Right Hand armor—Death Trooper designs reforged and perfected. Each suit was reinforced with:
Vibranium
Adamantium
Exotic SCP-derived alloys resistant to reality distortion, psychic intrusion, and anomalous corrosion
Every unit carried the same weapons as my Death Troopers.
The only visible distinction?
The insignia.
A single symbol etched into their armor—O5-1, O5-2, O5-3, and onward—marking exactly who they served.
When the first completed units stood at attention beneath SCP-2000's vast subterranean chambers, I felt it.
Not pride.
Not fear.
Certainty.
These were not disposable soldiers.Not mass-produced fodder.
They were the final authority of the Foundation.
When an Overseer gave an order, these units would move without hesitation—against gods, anomalies, Avengers, Justice League members, or cosmic horrors alike.
SCP-2000 had once been humanity's reset button.
Now?
It was the forge of the Red Right Hand.
And for the first time since the Foundation's creation, the Overseers didn't just control the world from the shadows—
They had an army worthy of it.