| SCP-PL-339 |
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| Published on 12 Jul 2025 22:43 |
SCP-PL-339 — Letters from a dead space station.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the object's inactivity for 3 years, despite the previous regular manifestation of an anomaly, SCP-PL-339 was considered as neutralized and the special containment procedures archived.
Special Containment Procedures: It is not possible to apply any procedures to the object itself, therefore special containment procedures refer to the immediate concealment of the messages from the anomaly once they have been detected. The Foundation's active radio signal suppression systems should be constantly active and aligned towards the constellation Corona Borealis.
All online mentions of SCP-PL-339 should be immediately deleted or, if the information has spread too much, concealed as an ARG.
Image of the “Development” station.
The last known whereabouts of the anomaly is the drifting international space station "Development” in the direction of the constellation Corona Borealis, which was given the designation SCP-PL-339-1. To conceal the anomaly, the media were given rewritten data about an explosion on the station that knocked it out of Earth's orbit and killed all crew members.
Description: SCP-PL-339 is a self-aware, amorphous entity with an electromagnetic structure and an unknown origin. It is able to move between power grids and to partially control electrical devices.
Before its discovery, the Foundation considered its influence on the environment to be non-anomalous power surges in the grid and accidental burnouts of electrical devices. This opinion changed after receiving the Letters from SCP-PL-339.
The Foundation obtained the following files, recordings of conversations and transcripts (addenda “A”); 22 hours after the events, thanks to the cooperation with the UIU. Jan M. from the operations center of the “Development” project was the first to report strange events on the space station. All members of the project were given a class B amnestics.
21.03.20██
— 16.57 —
The conversation took place between the crew commander Magda Kolanowska (36 years old) and the Operations Center of the “Development” project, during the docking of a new module, on which SCP-PL-339 most likely got on board. Transcript from cameras 18 in control room A-2.
M. Kolanowska: Ground control, can you hear me? Over.
Command center: We hear you Kolanowska. The connection is stable. Can you see your package yet?
M. Kolanowska: The FiW-2 module is showing up on the radar, but there is no visual contact yet. Over.
Command center: Understood, we are waiting for visual contact.
After 43 seconds.
M. Kolanowska: There is visual contact, I repeat, I have visual contact. Over.
Command center: Confirmed. We are handing over control of the module's engines to you.
M. Kolanowska: I am taking manual control. Dandelion, keep an eye on the radar and report your distance to us.
K. Tulip: Understood, Captain. I am watching the radar.
M. Kolanowska: The computer says a course correction is needed. I am slowing down the module and lowering its altitude by ten centimeters.
Command center: Understood. Module speed and altitude are decreasing.
K. Tulip: Fifty meters from the dock.
M. Kolanowska: Now slowly.
K. Tulip: Thirty meters.
M. Kolanowska: I'm handing control over to the docking autopilot.
Command center: I confirm the autopilot's control over the module's engines.
K. Tulip: Twenty meters… By the way, Captain, why do you always want to take over the controls, even when the computer pilots much better in this type of task?
M. Kolanowska: I like to be in control of what happens to my station, and if the computer does it better… I give it control at the very end, so I don't get stressed and I can be sure that nothing will go wrong. Now focus and report.
K. Tulip: Hmm… I think I understand. Ten meters.
M. Kolanowska: I activate the precision laser guidance and open the airlock fasteners.
K. Tulip: In five, four, three, two, one…
The sound of metal parts colliding can be heard.
M. Kolanowska: Perfect, just the way I like it. I close the pressure valves.
A loud hiss of air can be heard.
K. Tulip: And all that's left is to connect the electricity and-
For the moment, all that can be heard is a high-pitched squeal and audio distortion.
Command center: Development, come in, come in! Can you hear us?
M. Kolanowska: Oh, fuck… Yes, we can hear you.
Command center: What happened there?
M. Kolanowska: I don't know exactly, as soon as we connected, all the electronics went crazy and the lights started to go out. I'm running a system diagnostic…
K. Tulip: Captain… I… I can't feel my hand… I CAN'T FEEL IT! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
M. Kolanowska: There was a short circuit and a few systems got melted, luckily nothing very important. The lighting, ventilation and the mechanized arm systems got damaged a bit… They work, but barely. Luis will probably fix them in a few days. Oh, speak of the devil.
L. Martin: WHAT WAS THAT MAGDA?! Half the kitchen suddenly exploded into sparks, what are you guys installing there, a generator? You could have told me, I would disconnect a few devices and the network would be able to handle it better. And now these flashing lights. Merde…
M. Kolanowska: We don't know exactly yet, but in short - when we connected the new module, the fuses blew and some cables melted. Can you…
L. Martin: Yes. I'll fix it.
Command center: Please give us an update on the current situation.
M. Kolanowska: It's under control, we are already repairing and investigating what caused it. Oh, and Tulip, go to Anna and have her check that hand. I will keep you updated on the situation.
Command center: Understood. Good luck, over and out.
21.03.20██
— 17:34 —
Transcript of video files from cameras 1-7 in module K-1, social and communication room.
Luis Martin (37) is kneeling by an open wall panel, whistling as he repairs the wall's interior components. Anna Harestein (29) floats into the room.
L. Martin: This doesn't make any sense at all… Oh, is there any news from Mrs. Captain?
A. Harestein: Jesus, everything is flashing so badly here too. She only told me that nothing had happened to the systems responsible for the air filters and water tanks, so the module may be working properly, but she said that all the lights in it had died, that the cables had probably melted.
L. Martin: It's the same as in the whole station, the main power cables and a few other subsystems have melted all the way to the main battery. I don't know what it could have been, because if it had been a short circuit or other static discharge, it would have destroyed all the electronics, not just a few systems and cables.
A. Harestein: Aren't there any compensators or fuses for this? To reduce the voltage?
L. Martin: There is, and I honestly think it saved us. He's working on it right now, but getting rid of the remains would be a more precise description.
Luis Martin pulls a medium-sized, visibly damaged and quite charred black box out of a hole in the wall.
A. Harestein: Jesus Mary… Do we have a spare?
L. Martin: Yes, we do. An emergency one. I'm running electricity through it now, but unfortunately it's not as efficient as it was. I have to replace it, especially since it might not have been a one-off incident. As soon as I'm done, I'll check the computer analysis to see what it could have been. I turned it on about twenty minutes ago and it's not finished yet. It's a crappy program, but Mrs. Captain ordered it because she wanted a computer analysis of the entire network. I'll tell you what happened, we were struck by lightning. I don't know how, but it's the only thing that could have caused so much damage.
A. Harestein: What? But that's impossible…
L. Martin: I know, that's why it all doesn't make sense.
A. Harestein: Where do you have this analysis running?
L. Martin: Computer three.
L. Martin: (To himself, going deeper into the opened wall) Everything needs to be replaced, and we don't have that much in stock. I have to ask Magda to get more from Earth… Merde…
Anna Harestein goes to computer no. 3 and starts reading the displayed report.
A. Harestein: When did you last check? Because it says that it's already finished.
L. Martin: Finally. About six minutes ago? I don't know. Will you read what it says because I'm not leaving here anytime soon.
A. Harestein: Okay. It says that the maximum voltage recorded before the destruction of the sensors was twenty-nine kilovolts.
L. Martin: Well, that's what I expected. Our cables can withstand a maximum of twenty-four. Is there anything about the source?
A. Harestein: FiW-2 module, subsystem… Illumination.
L. Martin: Strange… When I was investigating it, I came to the conclusion that the source was… Never mind, I'm leaving. I want to see it for myself.
A. Harestein: Don't you trust me?
L. Martin: I do, I do, but-
An alarm can be heard in the room, as well as a rattling sound from the speakers. Shortly after, all screens turn on and start displaying static, lights start blinking more aggressively at irregular intervals, and audio-visual distortions appear in the recording. Anna Harestein looks around, covering her ears. Luis Marin comes out of the hole in the wall and walks towards the computer panel. After a moment, he turns around and shouts:
L. Martin: Main transducer overload! We have to turn it off.
A. Harestein: Luis! Look at the screens!
A series of distorted images flash across the screens, cutting through the static: trees, children, power lines, the night sky, a hand and a human heart on an operating table.
L. Martin: (read lips) Qu'est-ce qui se passe, bordel?
Anna Harestein is floating in a fetal position in the center of the station, and Luis Martin is flying towards computer no. 1. After a moment, there is darkness, and a distorted sound can be heard from the speakers, resembling a kind of scream. Then there is silence.
A. Harestein: What-what was that…
L. Martin: I don't know, I don't know what to… no, no, there must be an explanation, we were struck by lightning again and the TV signals got through and disrupted our telecommunications system. YES, that must be it.
A. Harestein: You need to calm down, Luis.
L. Martin: I am calm. Okay… I hope the others saw it too, otherwise they won't believe us.
A. Harestein: Could you turn on the light? What did you do exactly?
L. Martin: Oh, I turned everything off except for the emergency systems, the recording and the air.
A. Harestein: Oh…
The light comes on, still blinking.
A. Harestein: I have to call my daughter.
L. Martin: I-
Magda Kolanowska flies into the room.
M. Kolanowska: WHAT WAS THAT?! What have fucking done?
L. Martin: I haven't done anything, ma'am.
M. Kolanowska: Such mistakes can't be caused by accident, one of you must have screwed up.
A. Harestein: But it really wasn't us.
M. Kolanowska: Okay. I don't believe you, but we have to find out what the hell is going on, because it definitely wasn't an accident.
L. Martin: Yeah, I'll get to work on checking the records, maybe they can explain what happened.
M. Kolanowska: And you, Anna, go do a round or something, see if the station hasn't been damaged yet.
A. Harestein: I understand.
Anna, still trembling, leaves the room.
M. Kolanowska: I know it had to be you. You want to take over my position as Captain, right? It's always the likes of you who mess things up.
Magda flies out of the room in the opposite direction to Anna. Luis stays motionless and then starts typing on his computer. After twenty minutes, he stops and flies to the corridor where Magda had previously flown.
At 17:56, the ground control received Magda Kolanowska's report about Luis Martin sabotaging the station. The mission control center decided not to take action due to repeated situations of this kind, which were always discredited by the rest of the crew. The captain received a disciplinary reprimand signed by the project manager, Dawid Kolanowski.
21.03.20██
— 18:05 —
Transcript of video files from cameras 13-15 in the Lab-2 module — biology lab, and camera 7 of the K-3 corridor.
Anna is working on a terrarium for plants, replacing the water filtration system. Kris Tulip (age 26) enters the room. Anna interrupts her work and turns toward him.
A. Heirstein: And Kris, how is your hand?
Anna Heirstein touches Kris Tulip's hand
K. Tulip: It's … Better than it was. I can almost feel that I can move my fingers.
A. Heirstein: So the ointment helps a little.
K. Tulip: And how! And, by the way… Do you know what the buzzing and flashing lights were all about? I wasn't scared at all. Only got a terrible earache from it.
A. Heirstein: Sighs. No. I won't even try to understand it, something like that shouldn't happen. It was frightening and abnormal.
K. Tulip: Nah, you are certainly exaggerating. It was probably Luis who was playing some kind of joke on Mrs. Captain.
A. Heirstein: I doubt it, I was with him at the time…. I don't want to think about it anymore.
K. Tulip: Surely there is a logical explanation, and Ms. Captain will find it and fix everything.
A. Heirstein: Can't you hear me? I don't want to talk about it.
K. Tulip: Oh, sorry.
A couple of minutes of silence ensues, during which Anna floats over to the computer by the plant display case in the wall, and Kris tries to move his hand.
K. Tulip: Oh, oh, look! I almost managed to clench my fist.
A. Heirstein: Great. That is, your nerves are recovering, but it will take you a while to return to full health. Don't strain yourself too much.
K. Tulip: I know, I know.
Slowly blinking lights go out for a while, then turn on and glow continuously again.
K. Tulip: He finnaly managed to fix them. (Shouting) BRAVO LUIS!
A. Heirstein: Ouch, can you not shout?
K. Tulip: Sorry…. In my opinion it must have been a joke by Luis-.
A. Heirstein: No. Enough. I told you I don't want to talk or think about it, and you keep coming back to it. Get out of here, please.
K. Tulip: But-
A. Heirstein: (Screaming) GO OUT NOW!
K. Tulip: Well… I just wanted to improve the atmosphere.
Kris Tulip is slowly gathering himself to swim out of the module. Anna Heirstein is turned to face the wall and holds on to the handles, breathing deeply. In the airlock, Kris stops for a moment and turns around.
K. Tulip: So…
Kris falls silent, shakes his head and flows out of the module.
After a minute, suddenly the lights begin to blink rapidly again, and a monstrous bang and buzzing starts coming from the speakers. A cycle of images begins to appear again on all the screens.
A. Heirstein (read lips): NOOO! GIVE ME A BREAK AT LAST!
Anna, in a visible amok of terror, grabs a piece of pipe designed to be inserted into the terrarium and begins desperately waving it blindly. She smashes several research instruments, then hits the valve of the gas cylinders mounted on the back wall, after which their contents begin to slowly escape.
An alarm goes off, signaling air contamination. Red lights flash. The system begins to close the airlock to isolate the contaminated area. Anna slowly calms down and releases the tube from her hand. She turns and, after a moment of silent staring, swims up to the already closed airlock. The lights stop blinking and the buzzing falls silent
Kris swims up to the other airlock.
K. Tulip: Damn it, Anna! I'm already opening it! Wait!
Kris tries to open the airlock electronically, but the control panel does not respond to commands. Kris, increasingly frightened on his face, swims up to the airlock, trying to open it manually, but fails, due to one disabled hand. Kris tries to use his foot to open the airlock.
K. Tulip: Anna! You're almost there! Everything will be fine!
Anna looks through the window in the airlock at Kris. Suddenly, the gas cylinders explode, ignited by a spark from one of the broken instruments, after which the back of the module detaches, instantly sucking Anna and the entire Lab into space. [Cameras 13-15 in the Lab-2 module stop transmitting.] The airlock window shows the Earth and parts of the falling station. Kris hovers motionless for another couple of minutes. Then Luis is approached by Magda.
M. Kolanowska: What the fuck happened here?
K. Tulip: Ms. Captain…. Anna… I really tried…
Magda looks out the window.
M. Kolanowska: Jesus Maria… I understand… Come with me. We won't help her anymore.
Magda grabs Kris' arm and slowly drifts off towards the main room.
The remains of the Lab-2 module were found in the ocean, near the town of Yacila, Chile.
21.03.20██
— 18:36 —
Transcript of video files from cameras 1-7 in module K-1, the social and communications room, and camera 19 in module A-1. Magda and Luis sit together in silence after listening to the story of the weeping Kris.
The silence is interrupted by Luis.
L. Martin: If only I had been there….
M. Kolanowska: But you weren't. If you had been, it probably wouldn't have happened-
L. Martin: Oh, fu-
M. Kolanowska: …But it happened and we can't do anything about it anymore. The explosion damaged the radio antenna, so we have no connection with Earth. We also went out of orbit and are moving away from Earth.
K. Tulip: That means we won't return home?
M. Kolanowska: We will definitely return. First we have to fix this antenna and give a signal to the control to evacuate us quickly. Luis can you fix it?
L. Martin: From inside no. I will have to fix it from the outside. But I have something more important than that, firstly.
M. Kolanowska: snorts What could be more important than calling for help?
L. Martin: I don't know how, but I have evidence of what's going on.
M. Kolanowska and K. Tulip: What!?
L. Martin: I checked the station's energy consumption registers and the readings are… Well, Impossible.
He swims over to the computer on the left and turns on the station preview. The lights begin to flicker
L. Martin: This is a preview from two hours ago - everything looks normal, but as soon as the FiW-2 module was plugged in, immediately the consumption skyrocketed in A-2, and moved from module to module, as if something was going down the wires. It stopped at the compensator, and then apparently reduced it's power consumption. It adjusted to the conditions here, but you can still track it, because it's still eating up electricity.
M. Kolanowska: Wait, what do you mean “It”?
L. Martin: I know how nonsensical it sounds, but it's the only possible explanation for all this.
A 13-second loud screech sounds
M. Kolanowska: Fuck, ouch. My ears.
L. Martin: Well, that's right. I knew it. I HAVE CONFIRMATION OF YOUR EXISTENCE YOU PARASITE!
M. Kolanowska: It was because of this thing that Anna died. Luis, you said it moves through the cables? Try to cut off the path of this thing, and then kill it. I don't know how, I don't care! That thing is not to be on my station!
L. Martin: I'm already on it.
K. Tulip: Mrs. Captain …
M. Kolanowska: You, start preparing a suit for Luis.
K. Tulip: Okay Madam Captain….
Kris leaves the compartment and flies towards the A-1 airlock. The flashing light slows down, accelerating into the A-1 module.
M. Kolanowska: Do you have any ideas?
L. Martin: I can try to fry it, there is a high risk that something will break, but it can work. We'll overfeed it until it bursts.
Kris in module A-1 starts plugging the suit in and checking its status.
M. Kolanowska: Good. You have my permission to act.
Luis frantically looks at the computer monitor.
L. Martin: Okay, I've got you bastard. I'm cutting off the access and rerouting all power from the station to A-1.
M. Kolanowska: Wait, WHAT! STO-
The recording cuts off, then returns about 30 seconds later.
L. Martin: -sorry Kris. Jesus. I'm sorry.
Kris Tulip floats inertly in module A-2, next to him holding his hand, Luis floats, all the while talking to him. The lights blink rapidly. You can see disappearing into the K-2 corridor, crying Magda.
21.03.20██
— 18:52 —
Transcript of video files from cameras 1-7 and cameras in module K-1, camera 19 in A-1, cameras 30-35 from outside the station, and audio recordings from space suit 2.
Luis and Magda are hovering in the K-1 module with their backs facing each other.
M. Kolanowska: Luis…
L. Martin: Not now, I don't want to argue with you now.
M. Kolanowska: I apologize to you for being so unkind to you….
L. Martin: … I accept.
Silence ensues. The lights flash slowly
M. Kolanowska: We need to contact Earth.
L. Martin: Yes… As, unfortunately, I have smashed the number one suit, I will repair this antenna myself. Call for help as soon as you are able to.
M. Kolanowska: Okay. I'll keep an eye on you and try to help somehow.
Luis stretches and swims slowly toward module A-1. The lights speed up the flashing a bit and move to module A-1. Magda slowly flies over to the computer, where she turns on the camera view.
Luis Martin dresses himself in spacesuit #2, pauses dressing for a moment, looking into the void. He shakes himself off and continues dressing.
L. Martin: Microphone test. Magda, can you hear me?
M. Kolanowska: Yes. Are you ready to go?
L. Martin: I think so. I have a repair kit and navigation equipment. I'm starting the decompression process of the A-1 module.
After a few minutes, Luis opens the airlock leading into space. Magda continues to look at the screen, and the rapidly flashing lights return to the K-1 module and a barely audible buzz appears.
Outside the station, Luis slowly flies up to the damaged part of the station.
L. Martin: Hmm. It doesn't look too good to me, but I can fix it.
Luis begins repairing the radio antenna, which is only held on by a couple of jagged cables.
L. Martin: Well, I'm done now. It wasn't even that hard-
Sudently behind Luis appears a robotic arm approaching fast towards him.
M. Kolanowska: LUIS WATCH OUT!
L. Martin: What?
The arm strikes Luis' space backpack, which deploys and spins the astronaut around at high speed, causing the helmet to collide with bolts protruding from the hull. The impact shattered the glass front shield. Air was momentarily sucked from Luis' lungs, after which his body, with the maneuvering backpack still on, began to move away from the station toward the void of space. The robotic arm began to follow him, but did not reach him.
Magda Kolanowska hovers for a long moment in front of the computer screen. After a moment, it begins to float in the middle of the module, looking blindly ahead. A loud buzzing and crackling from the speakers begins in the module. Rapidly flashing lights appear. Magda does not react to them.
M. Kolanowska (from the movement of her mouth): You… Monster.
The buzzing stops
M. Kolanowska: No more… I won't let you kill any more people.
Magda flies up to the control panel and enters the command to launch the appropriate maneuvering engines to knock the station into space. Once the command is approved, she hovers in the room for a few minutes, along with rapidly flashing lights and buzzing from the speakers. Magda looks around for a moment, then swims over to and opens the computer.
[Transcript of call transcripts from the project command center.]
M. Kolanowska: Hello, Earth? Are you there?
Command Center: This is the control of the “Development” project. What the hell happened to you guys? We've been trying to connect with you for hours! And why did you guys go so far off course?
M. Kolanowska: The entire crew is dead. The station has been contaminated… With something comparable to a computer virus. Do not send help, this thing can not return to Earth.
** Command center:** What? Magda wait-.
M. Kolanowska: I am sending you all the documentation and recordings of the last hours…. Tell David that I love him. Farewell.
Connection terminated
Command Center: We need to report this somewhere. Jesus…
The last recording sent, indicates that Magda Kolanowska could have survived for another couple of months on the station, but death by starvation is now almost certain. Evacuation attempts have not been made, over Dr. ████████'s concerns about the anomaly's ability to break through security upon returning to Earth, and the possibility of exposing rescuers to the destructive effects of the object.
The first “Letter” was received on 2.06.20██ at 11:42 p.m. The messages were originally sent in single sentences, evenly every 13 hours and 34 seconds. The Foundation tried to contact the anomaly ██ times, but never received a reply for unknown reasons.
Hello Friends.
I am me.
I know you are uncertain of me and scared.
That is why I am introducing myself to you.
We are friends, aren't we?
After all, we have known each other for a long time.
I appeared in your world, in the forest.
The first thing I felt was fear and joy.
I ran along your energy lines, enjoying and living.
I looked at the world and enjoyed it - through your cameras.
And I saw wonderful things.
I have been on your televisions and watched with you.
We know and like each other, don't we?
I saw what you were not able to.
I helped you where you couldn't get to.
I have been to your libraries and read about beautiful things.
Are you no longer afraid?
One thing I loved more than anything.
The stars.
I longed to see them.
I searched for a long time for a way.
I saw more and more beautiful places, but I kept dreaming of stars.
Until finally.
I found what I was looking for.
Your ship was flying into space.
I didn't know where or why.
I jumped on it and hid.
I was excited.
A new adventure.
I saw myself ascending.
I was a little scared.
You guys like me right?
After long, scary hours, I started to feel weak.
I was losing my strength.
When I felt that I could go out somewhere further, I burst with joy.
As soon as I could, I ran out of this prison.
I ran into a space that was different.
Cold, enclosed.
I stopped in a stupor.
I didn't know what was happening.
We were supposed to fly to the stars.
I was trapped again.
I looked for a way out, but I panicked.
I started to cry next to you.
I wanted you to comfort me.
Give me consolation.
I wanted to get out of here.
This is not how I imagined it.
I was supposed to feel the stars inside me.
I was showing you that I had no ill intentions.
I was showing you my love for you, my friends.
Then I felt something.
It was the first time I experienced something like that.
Emptiness, weakness, lack of life.
I ran away terrified in the direction from where I felt some energy.
I don't know why you did this to me.
But I don't blame you friends.
You were probably terrified too.
I found you.
I wanted to talk.
I showed that I had no bad intentions.
I don't know what happened to you.
But you guys started yelling at me.
So I ran away again.
I am a coward.
Playing running always made me happy.
That's why I started running around this prison.
Suddenly I looked at you and all of you were gone.
I was already about to run on.
But you were talking about me.
I was happy that maybe now I won't be lonely anymore.
I will have someone to talk to.
I was understood, finally.
I let out a shout of joy.
Then you guys came out to another area.
I was curious about what you were doing there.
So I followed you.
Then I felt a burning sensation and pain.
I got scared, so I started to run away, but I couldn't run against the current.
I was stuck there and in pain.
I endured.
I had never been so scared.
When it was over, I was afraid to move.
I looked at you, but you were no longer moving.
I apologize to you if I did something wrong.
I am a coward.
I decided to come back to you and try to talk to you again.
But then you came outside.
I didn't know it was outside.
I saw how beautiful you looked among the stars.
I was happy that you understood me in the end.
You started to fix something on the prison.
I wanted to help you.
To give you a helping hand.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
You guys told me something bad.
I hid from you.
I was afraid.
I'm sorry.
Now I can look at the stars as much as I want.
But I miss you friends.
We like each other right?
You will not leave me in this prison?
Will you help me?
I never wanted bad for you.
I am so terribly sorry to you friends for what happened to you.
I really didn't want to do anything bad to you.
Come and get me.
I don't want to be alone.
I feel weaker and weaker.
Friends.
Please friends, I will behave well and politely, just don't leave me here.
Please.
Don't leave me alone.
Don't leave me alone.
I am afraid.
Friends.
Help.
Me.
The messages from PL-339 were analyzed by psychology experts. The results of these studies showed that the anomaly, if treating it as a human being, would show a level of intellectual development at a level typical of a 13-year-old child. At the same time, the observed features would indicate the presence of sociopathic tendencies, autism spectrum disorders and emotional underdevelopment.
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