As you hover in the vast silence of space, tethered to the satellite by a thin lifeline and surrounded by the cold expanse of the cosmos, the faint hum of your tools fills your helmet.

The satellite you’re repairing seems ordinary—just another piece of human ingenuity needing maintenance. But suddenly, the faint glow from behind the moon intensifies, and a strange shape emerges.

It’s SCP-2721, the enigmatic satellite duo. You freeze, watching in awe as the pulsating, flesh-like mass of SCP-2721-LYRE and the cilia-covered sphere of SCP-2721-LORD drift into view, connected by an umbilical-like tether that seems both alive and mechanical.

“I’m just saying,” SCP-2721-LYRE’s voice resonates directly in your comms, oddly casual and tinged with exasperation,

“if Vriska hadn’t done what she did, the entire plotline would’ve collapsed. People just don’t understand the narrative complexity!”

“LYRE, please,” SCP-2721-LORD’s voice chimes in, its tone weary but fond.

“Can you not start another argument about Homestuck with a random human? They’re clearly busy.”

“Busy?”

LYRE’s eye-covered surface shifts, and you swear it’s looking directly at you now.

“They’re fixing a basic satellite. They can multitask. Hey, astronaut, what do you think? Should Tavros have stood up for himself more, or was his character arc fine the way it was?”