Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

Who to open with?

He knew nothing.

"You think this is like Memento, don't you?"

Wheeler's voice brought Feng Bujue back to his senses.

She laughed and said, "You think I have no long term memory and if I stay in the same place for too long I forget why I'm there."

"I think... is this?" Feng Bujue answered subconsciously.

at this time,

Wheeler's phone buzzed in her bag, a reminder to take her medicine, but she pushed the reminder on hold.

Her fingers trembled slightly, not because of age, but simply because of nervousness.

Nervous because she was here to meet with O5,

The O5s are scary.

The O5 won't summon you for a trivial matter.

It could be the end of the world, or it could be nothing at all.

Forty minutes later, the door to the inner office finally opened.

Four or five senior executives of the foundation filed out, carrying computers and briefcases.

They walked together past the reception desk and got into the special car waiting outside.

Wheeler recognized a few faces—the site director of Site 19, the chief recruiting officer for Western Europe.

These big shots didn't even look at her and Feng Bujue.

As soon as they left, an O5 assistant popped his head out of the door.

He was probably in his twenties and looked surprisingly young, like a middle school student stuffed into his father's formal suit, with his hair simply parted on the side.

In one hand he held a tablet with his boss's schedule on it.

It's packed.

This boss obviously doesn't sleep.

"Wheeler? You can come in."

When he saw Feng Bujue standing by, he frowned and said, "You didn't tell us you would bring an assistant."

"Someone has to remind me what I've forgotten, doesn't he?"

Wheeler looked back without flinching.

The two sides stared at each other for a few seconds, and the assistant shrugged: "He heard things he shouldn't have heard. Don't forget to clear his memory."

Feng felt his eyes twitch unconsciously.

He has no fear, nor does he get nervous.

These O5 members might be some of the most powerful people in the Foundation, but they couldn't scare him.

Asking for flowers

He followed Wheeler into the site.

When Wheeler entered the office,

Bang!

The office door behind him slammed shut with an unusually low mechanical thump, as if it were part of some machine built into the wall.

Feng Bujue was stopped in the office.

Apparently, he wasn't qualified to meet with the O5 yet.

This made him curl his lips subconsciously.

Meanwhile, in the office,

Wheeler sat down and put down his bag as instructed, while the assistant turned around and did some puzzling operations on the door, causing it to make several strange noises.

O5s have extraordinary privacy and security needs.

The office was spacious, but despite having two floor-to-ceiling windows and bright sunshine outside, it was still inexplicably dim.

There are bookshelves and dark wood wall panels on all four sides.

It was very trendy, but that was nineties trendy;

A bit old, but not so old that it's fashionable again.

As for the man behind the desk,

Just like Dr. Clef, his entire body seemed to be blurred, and his true appearance could not be seen at all.

Wheeler took a deep breath.

"So what's going on? I just got a meeting invitation, no agenda, no topic. I mean, you have to jump if the O5 tells you to, but this—"

To her right, she found that the assistant had silently placed the tablet on the table and was now pointing the gun at her head.

Wheeler shut up.

The audience in the chat group were even more shocked and puzzled!

what is this?

Hongmen Banquet?

In the screen,

Wheeler froze in his chair for a moment, letting his hummingbird-like heartbeat slowly subside and adapt to this sudden change.

"So?" she ventured, licking her lips and gripping the armrests of her seat but otherwise remaining motionless, waiting for her cue.

The assistant's face was now very calm, as if this was a daily meeting procedure.

Maybe it is true, for the people here.

then,

The audience heard a question that surprised everyone:

"Who are you?" O5-8 asked.

Wheeler blinked. "What? Oh my god."

"Let me put it another way," O5-8 said:

"Marion Wheeler, 49, lives with her loving husband and two sons.

Hobbies include camping, hiking and ornithology.

An ordinary mother, with a background and financial income that was perfect and impeccable as far as we could check.

Yet you have in your possession a complete set of Foundation credentials, including access to a number of facilities and rooms - some of which do not exist, some of which were demolished decades ago - credentials we have never issued.

At least one of these facilities has never been built, but you have the key to the door.

But they're nothing compared to your SCP access list.

I only have one word to describe it: appalling.”

"So you are a spy, and your goal is to mislead us. Clay wanted to let Xi-3 deal with you, but I had a meeting with him and finally convinced him." O5-8 said in a flat tone.

However, the audience in the chat group were completely dumbfounded.

Isn't this quite understandable?

Why don't you recognize me?

In the screen,

Wheeler didn't listen to O's words at all.

"Idiot." She finally spoke.

"I am your head of the Antimemetics Department."

"We don't have an Antimemetics Division," the assistant said.

"No, you do. We do."

O5-8 said:

"We have Memetics, Paracontainment, Fire Department, Enforcement One, Enforcement Two, Personnel Management, D-Class Management, and various other departments. There is no Antimemetics Division."

“Do we have a satire department?” Wheeler asked.

She waited for a moment, expectantly.

"No? Okay, fine, think about it: why do you think the Antimemetics Division would be in the sequence?"

"Some SCPs have dangerous memetic properties," Wheeler said.

"Some contagious concepts require the same level of containment as physical threats. They get into your head, manipulate your thoughts, and spread to other people's minds, right?"

"Yes," O5-8 said, and he could easily list a bunch of these SCPs.

"Some SCPs have antimemetic properties," Wheeler continued.

"Some ideas cannot be shared. Certain entities or phenomena capture and devour information, especially about themselves."

She gave another example:

“You take a snapshot of them and it never develops.

You write a description of them on a piece of paper and hand it to someone else - but what you write will only become a mysterious book, and no one will be able to understand it, not even yourself.

You can stare at it and it won't even become invisible, but you won't notice anything.

It is a fantasy that you cannot grasp, a secret that you can never reveal, a lie, and a living conspiracy.

It is a conceptual subculture that devours the ideas of other ideas—and sometimes parts of reality.

Sometimes, it’s people. ”

Chapter 91 The only Apollyon-class anomaly! SCP

With just a few words, Wheeler succeeded in causing panic among the audience in the chat group.

Until then,

Only then did they realize how weird the so-called anti-memes were.

Modify your cognition and memory invisibly,

Even the parties involved can't notice

The key is,

The conventional containment methods used during daily missions simply don't work on them!

No matter how powerful the Operator is,

After all, you can't kill an idea.

In the light curtain,

"So they are a threat, that's really all you can say about them."

Wheeler took a deep breath:

"Antimemes are dangerous, and we don't understand them; therefore, they're our problem. Hence my department. We can think laterally, because they can literally eat away at the training you put in to face and defeat them."

O5-8 stared at her for a moment.

Clay fidgeted, looking disgusted and unconvinced by the story, but the O5 behind the desk seemed willing to accept it.

"Give me an example," he said. "Give me an example of an antimemetic SCP."

Hear this,

The chat group viewers subconsciously thought of SCP-4739, which was previously activated by Kim.

Unexpectedly, Wheeler revealed a new profile: