SCP-2020

An intelligent humanoid entity approximately 2.2 m (7'3") tall and 70 kg (150 lbs) in mass. SCP-2020 possesses unusually long and thin limbs, as well as facial features commonly associated with the "Greys" and a bright green coloration.
SCP-2020's body is composed primarily of a novel variety of natural rubber that appears to fulfill skeletal, muscular, circulatory, and endocrine functions, as well as digestive and nutritional requirements. It is clearly an alien.

Friendly, intelligent, curious. This suggests that it shares many psychological similarities with humans, such as the ability to learn, the desire to interact, and a partial understanding of social norms...

SCP-2020's digestive system and nutritional requirements are consistent with its diet, which consists entirely of paper and water. SCP-2020 has shown no signs of growth or aging since its recovery. Further study of SCP-2020's biology has been hampered by the hardness and tear resistance of rubber, which renders standard methodologies ineffective, as well as its dissimilarity to terrestrial biology.
SCP-2020 claims to originate from a technologically advanced extraterrestrial civilization, but will make very different claims regarding the nature and location of this civilization when questioned. Given the circumstances of SCP-2020's recovery (see Bilenkin-Roswell-2020 Document), this line of investigation is nevertheless considered viable.

No, no. Wait. Guys. I have an idea. A better idea. There's a facility, right? It was built by someone sometime in the past to bring the whole world back from the apocalypse. Like, something that could make a huge hole in the Earth, and after the facility is gone, "game over, play again and we restart this whole mess." That hole could be the Mariana Trench, because the facility can do pretty much anything, with physics and technology, I think. Cliché, right? I don't know exactly how this fits into a story or anything, but I think it could be the setting? I guess I can think…

Guys. I had another idea. Forget that. This, this is a brain in a vat, it's a guy. Cliché, right? But the idea here is that I'd just go with the flow. A crazy, wacky professor, wacky inventions that don't work, nonsense. But it all works. Guys. That guy and his inventions could be like, a superhero or something. The germ vacuum cleaner, the vacuum cleaner brain in a vat with… germs. That doesn't sound right to me. I'll think of something.
Okay, because I just had an amazing idea. There's a wizard—wait for it—from space. A space wizard. Guys. But that's not the only part. He's a cyborg. And he's with five—five catgirls. And guess the twist? That's right. The catgirls? They're cyborgs too. And they fight crime. Cliché, right? I mean, but it's not, because they're fighting… space crime. Crime in space. Does that make sense? Guys. The story would be about them being cyborgs and fighting crime.

Hold on. Guys. I have an idea for you, it just occurred to me. There's a time machine, right? And it sends people to the future and then back to the present, and in the future, everyone dies in an asteroid. I mean, not everyone, just enough people to make it like everyone else. Cliché, right? Well, the protagonists, or I guess they could be the villains, or the villain protagonists, are trying to make sure that future happens. Guys. That's because every time they try to look into another future, that future is even worse because it actually involves everyone dying, except for one time where it's like a "who wants to live forever" deal. I don't know what the real story is, but I'll think of something.
Okay, because I just had an amazing idea. There's a wizard—wait for it—from space. A space wizard. Guys. But that's not the only part. He's a cyborg. And he's with five—five catgirls. And guess the twist? That's right. The catgirls? They're cyborgs too. And they fight crime. Cliché, right? I mean, but it's not, because they're fighting… space crime. Crime in space. Does that make sense? Guys. The story would be about them being cyborgs and fighting crime.

Actually, no. Because I have a better idea. Wait. It's an AI, right? An artificial intelligence in a computer. Cliché, right? Well, it makes simulations of the perfect world for that person, and then, and then it eats their brains. Guys. But maybe it's not doing that, and I, or I guess the characters, aren't sure it's doing that because we can't see inside. But here's a plot twist. Next, it puts a fake brain in them and has the bodies convince other people to enter the simulation. It's a horror story, or a science fiction horror story. A science horror story.

Hold on. Guys. I have an idea for you, it just occurred to me. There's a time machine, right? And it sends people to the future and then back to the present, and in the future, everyone dies in an asteroid. I mean, not everyone, just enough people to make it like everyone else. Cliché, right? Well, the protagonists, or I guess they could be the villains, or the villain protagonists, are trying to make sure that future happens. Guys. That's because every time they try to look into another future, that future is even worse because it actually involves everyone dying, except for one time where it's like a "who wants to live forever" deal. I don't know what the real story is, but I'll think of something.

Okay, wait, but seriously. A better idea. Guys. There's an alien, right? Like in the movies, with green skin and big black eyes and everything. Cliché, right? But wait. And for whatever reason—I'll think about it later—he really wants to become a science fiction writer, but he can't seem to stop coming up with ideas long enough to actually do it. And the twist—here's the twist—is that he's talking to some people, and they're from a government agency that already has all the stuff he's talking about, and they're all like, "How does he know this stuff?" and "Does he even know it's all real?" right?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Two words, just two words: Disease. Laser. Asshole. Hold on. Guys. Actually, it was three. It was three words. This is going to be harder than I thought...

Euclid-exsequi

Anonymous?; He might really enjoy talking, as mentioned earlier, and he's also a great writer—that is, he has a lot of ideas about becoming one, which is why he spends so much time writing. Dislikes; He doesn't have any, there's nothing that bothers me...

It is housed in a Type 4 Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-17. Standard amenities and precautions associated with CCHT4 have been established. Dietary Supplement 2020-9, consisting of 1.4 kilograms of shredded used paper, is to be supplied daily. SCP-2020's cell is to be monitored for any unusual activity, with all vocalizations transcribed.

Biological Subsite-17 contains 128 grams of tissue samples from SCP-2020. Access to SCP-2020 or its biological samples must be approved by the head of the SCP-2020 research team.