The Foundation's world is exposed, and all the anime characters are broken

At this moment,

Kim is waiting outside.

He almost doesn’t notice the airlock is spinning again.

Fortunately, Wheeler comes out, breathing in air, which catches his attention.

“What happened?” Kim asked confusedly.

“I’m fine, I remember the plan.” Wheeler resumes her normal breathing.

Suddenly, she notices Kim has cornered her.

This position doesn’t make her happy. She stares straight ahead, but Kim’s hand is on her shoulder.

“You look terrible.” Kim said in a low voice,”There’s something growing on your neck, can you see it? I have to cut it open for you now.”

He pointed at Wheeler’s throat, then at his own.

“What? Wheeler is a little surprised.

“On your neck, I have to act quickly.” Kim reaches for her key ring and pulls out a Swiss Army knife, pulling out the short, gleaming blade, intending to lean forward and cut Wheeler’s throat.

But this moment.

Wheeler grabs his wrist just in time.

They are pinned together for a moment like a living painting. She looks into Kim’s eyes, but they are not his eyes.

She looks away and can feel the force coming down on her skull, trying to drill through her.

But she knows the other person’s form, which means she can hold on.

Maybe for a few minutes.

Must get there as soon as possible!

She had prayed that Kim would be controlled so quickly, but in the end it still happened.

“BANG!”

Kim’s wrist twitches as he tries to stab the blade.

Wheeler ducks, the tip of the knife scraping against the inner wall of the airlock.

“Bang! Bang!”

They tussle for a moment, before she kicks Kim in the stomach with both legs, sending him sprawling in the antechamber.

Wheeler immediately bursts through the airlock, past him and out of the containment unit.

She can feel it.

The Supreme Being, SCP-3125, follows her as she runs, like a spotlight.

She hears a crash from the other side of the site, and then the ceiling collapses.

“Rumble——！”

But eventually, Wheeler came to the corner of Site 41’s main freight elevator.

As the height slowly descended, she tightly grasped a bright red ray gun that was almost as long as her.

The barrel of this gun had become a double-forked fork, and the magazine was a bunch of irregular and strange tubes, more like a Swiss watch or a small intestine than a weapon.

This gun is SCP-7381!

From a long-dead planet, it has extraordinary power!

At this time.

The picture on the light curtain changed, allowing many worlds 690 to see what would happen once SCP3125 appeared.

The starlight next to it turned into text and introduced it at the same time!

【A tornado of violence and destruction】

【Shredding the sanity of Site 41 and all Site 41 staff】

【The ceiling collapsed and the pharmacy is now a big hole in the side of the building】

【The armory has been buried】

【All the Antimemetics Division agents Wheeler encounters along the corridor break down.】

【Some are huddled together and talking nonsense, their minds are evaporating】

【Memories die one by one】

【Others were infected by the idea, forcing them to shout out harsh phrases in strange languages.】

【Then he took up the knife and slashed at other frantic victims】

【Then they each other】

【Finally, myself】

【Wheeler can’t recognize any of them.】

【Because in her sight, everyone’s faces were all messed up】

【Torn by hatred, pain and the pleasure of revenge】

【SCP-7381 will directly wipe out matter within a half-meter wide area】

【The beam is invisible, silent and has no recoil, just like using a child’s toy gun. Wheeler is stunned by the scene

, but more angry.

“This is too much!” She roared:”I’m only here for the first day!”

But only the audience of the universe held their breath.

Because Wheeler’s performance was obviously swallowed up!

But what’s the point?

Wheeler looked at herself through the dark glass of the elevator panel.

She traveled in her mind, examining her thought process, and there were some clues.

Unless someone knew her as well as she did, it would be hard to tell.

“No, I’m not thinking like a rookie.” Wheeler thinks to himself,”She’s doing this the way an experienced Foundation agent would, a rookie doesn’t know how to do a detailed psychological self-examination.”

“Newbies won’t even think about it, they will just be suffocated!”

“The first thing it did when it saw me,” she said to her reflection,”was to eat everything I knew about the Department. Then everything I knew about it.”

“If I have a plan, it eats it up”

“But I am still me”

“So I can still organize my plans again”

“It’s already here for me, I just need to see it”

“If I were me, what would my plan be?”

She scratched her left wrist absentmindedly.

“Some strong mnestics would be a smart first step, I think,” she muttered.”Strengthen the mind, and then it can’t undo the rest of the steps.”

No, that’s not right.

The closest source of mnestics was the pharmacy, but it’s now destroyed.

But how did she know it was destroyed?

Obviously.

Because she’d been there before!

She remembered a package with numerous warnings.

Remembered having to go through three levels of authorization to access the sealed container inside.

Then, she rolled up her sleeves, found a bloody needle, and injected herself.

This is my plan?

This is what I need to fight SCP-3125?

“Yes, I’ve been injected with a Class-Z mnestic.” Wheeler takes a deep breath.”Class-Z mnestics are the ultimate in bio-mnemonic defense.”

They permanently destroy the user’s ability to forget.

The result is perfectly clear memories.

And perfect immunity to all levels of antimemetic effects.

At this moment, she knows what is going to happen to her. She can feel the mental enhancement like steel, the extreme sensory overload going on.

She can see everything.

There are other buttons on the elevator panel now.

At the bottom, she has pressed the 30th floor underground.

Now.

The walls of the elevator are covered with graffiti scratched by the desperate and dying.

These are people who were hit by the deadly antimemetic agent Grey many years ago.

Their concept of existence has been erased from reality, reduced to ghosts, and there is even a half-corpse in the corner of the elevator, unrecognizable, so deeply erased from reality that even flies don’t smell it.

Its cells have gradually flickered out of existence over the years.

“Boom boom——！”Wheeler’s face changed.

She could hear a long, unsettling hum.

The continuous roar had an enveloping quality, and it grew louder, as if it had been there all her life, but she was just beginning to hear it.

At the same time.

The faces of the audience in the heavens and the worlds also changed greatly.

Because in their ears, they could hear the same movement.

Almost an extremely huge amount of data, rushing towards her in the blink of an eye!

Too much data, too much sound, too much light!

Opening her eyes was like being pierced by thousands of needles.

Wheeler covered her ears with her hands and closed her eyes tightly.

Even so, she could still feel the vibration of the elevator descending, the heat of the falling air conditioner, and the movement of clothes on her skin, and her vision was filled with things that might be hallucinations. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!) The human sensory center produces a huge amount of data.

The human brain has adapted to discard most of it almost instantly.

Even for a very short moment, it is extremely dangerous to change the brain’s behavior pattern to retain this information. Even the heavens and the myriad worlds felt the terrifying data.

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But even the fluctuations that were emitted were enough to shock them!

“You can’t stop me!” Wheeler yells.

BANG!

She pulls a hand away from her ear and slams it against the elevator wall, staining her fist with blood.

The pain gives her focus.

Some memories scream louder than others.

She finds the plan.

It doesn’t come to her mind, but she follows her first instinct and executes it.

“I know how to beat you.” Wheeler said coldly

“No.”

As if it were an auditory hallucination made up of endless data, SCP-3125’s distorted voice said in her ear:”You don’t know.”

The elevator stopped thirty floors underground and the door creaked open.

There was a distant rumble above the elevator (bccd), and more Site 41 buildings were trampled into pieces.

Wheeler huddled in the corner and muttered:”SCP-3125 No sound”

“Of course I have,” the distorted voice laughed

“SCP-3125 is a collection of five-dimensional anomalous migratory malignant memes, antimemes, and intermediates that are infiltrating our physical reality.” Wheeler calmly analyzed.

“It has no consistency and no intelligence, it cannot communicate. This is an auditory hallucination.”

Hearing this, the distorted voice immediately laughed.

“You know what I hate most about you, Wheeler?”

“You are always, always wrong…but you are still alive”

“The lost battles, the totally lost war every year, but somehow you always managed to get through it unscathed, always the sole survivor”

“You don’t deserve this luck, no one does.”

The distorted voice spoke.

Wheeler stood up, leaning against the ray gun. She leaned one shoulder against the elevator wall, eyes still closed.

She braced herself and opened her eyes.

The corridor ahead was empty, with an airlock at the far end, large enough to drive a truck through.

Made of white alloy in the ultimate solid Bart Hughes style.

Next to the lock was a panel

“”Huh!” She closed her eyes and staggered forward, using the ray gun as a crutch, stretching out one hand to explore the way

“Someone has to be the last one.

She gritted her teeth and said,”Someone has to be the best one.”

“Your team is dead.”

SCP-3125’s distorted voice laughed

“Their minds have been ripped out, like their eyeballs”

“They are hollow people, their brains are already empty in space.” The distorted voice gradually became playful:”The war is over, now there is only you, a department of only one person!”

“Dying from an overdose of mnestics, two hundred meters underground, with no one caring, no one knowing of his existence, and fighting against an idea of immortality.”

“Do you really think you can survive this?”

Despair overwhelms her.

Even the beings in many worlds swallow their saliva.

If it were them, there would be no way they could hold on under such circumstances.

Just thinking about it makes people feel genuine despair.

At this moment.

Wheeler walks to the airlock.

She blindly gropes to where to insert the key card, and then a yellow light comes on, and a huge mechanical linkage unbolts the door, and the door swings open with only the sound of a petal blooming.

Behind her, she hears the elevator close and rise back to the ground, and she knows someone has called the elevator.

To catch up with her

“Ideas can kill.” Wheeler said calmly, stepping silently into the airlock.

“how?”SCP-3125 sneers.

The lock turns closed, and so does the seal, isolating SCP-3125.

Wheeler stands there alone.

At this moment, she speaks her answer to the empty room.

“With a better idea.”

If anything can cross from conceptual space into reality, into physical form, then the reverse is also possible.

Surely one can find a physical entity, physically extract the idea it represents, and amplify that idea.

Broadcast it into conceptual space.

A bigger idea, a better idea, an idea specifically designed to fight SCP-3125.

An ideal, an action, a hero.

The machine Wheeler is about to build is Olympic-grade.

She has no experience in heavy memetic engineering, let alone the materials and time.

But she knows someone has taught her this.

She can’t remember who.

But the reverse is true.���Because the agents of the Ministry are as good as usual on their first day, and the same is true for the entire department.

“We won the war the day it began.”

Wheeler said solemnly

“When we first encountered SCP-3125, we built this bunker”

“Hughes faked his death, isolating himself here to work undisturbed, while the rest of the department maintained as much as humanly possible, buying time for this moment.”

“I know I did it because it was what I had to do.”

“I am the last part.”

The space behind the airlock is so vast that Wheeler, almost blind, stumbles across the floor.

There is only a flat dusty pile along the way.

“Hughes!” she called into the void.”It’s time!”

However, there was no response except an echo.

But the Citadel-class memetic amplification unit that Bart Hughes was supposed to build wasn’t there.

Hughes himself wasn’t there.

Maybe the whole machine was hidden by antimemes?

It would be a clever way to hide it from the rest of the Foundation.

But her mind had congealed with the most powerful mnestics ever produced.

There was almost nothing here.

Except for a small outpost in the center of the space, a bunch of trestle tables with tools and toolboxes scattered around.

In the back was an unmarked military truck with flat tires. Behind the truck was a squat, square machine.

The size of a shipping container.

It was a hydrogen bomb-class antimeme, the Antimemetics Division’s on-site nuclear weapon.

Once activated, it would contaminate Site 41 and everything within its antimemetic range.

There will be no more Site 41, no more Antimemetics Division, and nothing the escaped infected do will have any effect on the real world.

This is the wrong machine. It cannot destroy or contain SCP-3125, or even harm it.

It can only quell today’s outbreak.

But in fifty years, ten years, five years, or maybe a year, or maybe tomorrow, SCP-3125 will return, bringing its MK-class end-of-the-world scenario with it.

Human civilization will be wiped out as an abstract concept, replaced by something unimaginable.

There will be no one left to fight it.

There is a moment’s silence.

Wheeler drops the ray gun and falls to his knees.

“I’ve lived too long and have forgotten what this universe is.” She laughed at herself:”For a while, I actually thought that maybe… this is the universe where we can win a few times.”

“Come on then”

“Nothing ever existed here, no Antimemetics Division”