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"SCP-055"

"We don't have SCP-055," Clay retorted immediately.

"I'll say it again: Yes. We do," Wheeler said.

"No." Clay concluded.

"SCP numbers are not assigned consecutively. Some numbers are vacant. This number has not been assigned. This is not superstition. We have too many things to worry about to worry about mysterious numbers. We have SCP-666 and SCP-013, but no SCP-001, let alone SCP-055."

Marvel Universe.

SHIELD.

“So that’s how it is”

Nick Fury looked at the light screen, thoughtful.

He had been curious about the numbers of the objects in the Foundation's collection before. Are they really in order?

Does each number represent an anomaly that the Foundation has successfully contained?

It was not until now that he realized that the foundation numbers were not arranged in sequence.

As for O5-8's assistants not knowing about SCP-001,

He thought it was normal.

Think about what proposals for SCP-001 have appeared before?

The gatekeeper who guards the Garden of Eden;

Mary Nakayama ascended to become the ruler of the universe

The existence of this level is obviously top secret within the Foundation!

The only thing that made Nick Fury curious was——

What type of antimeme is SCP-055?

"Clay O5-8 said, 'You should see this.'

He turned the monitor around and showed Clay the file he had just retrieved.

[Project Name: [Unknown]]

[Item #: SCP-055]

[Object Class: Keter]

Seeing this, the audience in the chat group was shocked and puzzled!

Because there is indeed an antimemetic containment object,

What made the audience even more disturbed was that

The antimemes that have appeared so far are

All of them were classified as Keter.

This means that those things could easily cause extremely serious disasters!

In the screen,

Clay bent down and read it carefully from beginning to end.

Shocked, he turned back and read it again.

"but……"

"This document is from [DATA EXPUNGED]," O5-8 said. "It's fully labeled, signed correctly. It's encrypted. It's authentic."

"Have you seen this before?" Clay asked.

"Never," O5-8 replied.

"At least that's what I remember. On the other hand, if what this document says is true, we should have seen it many times."

Clay stared at Wheeler. "That's impossible."

"But since this SCP is so powerful..." he began.

"and then?"

"Who wrote this document?" the O5 finished for him.

"And so, how were the interviews in the file conducted, and most importantly, how do you, Ms. Wheeler, remember them happening?"

Wheeler looked at them calmly: "You don't want to know."

O5-8 and the assistant were stunned for a long time before they came back to their senses.

In fact, they looked pretty good for a while.

Outraged at such blunt incivility;

puzzled by Wheeler's nonchalance in the presence of his dangerous superior;

Shocked at such a claim; utterly incredulous;

A little understanding;

Finally, fear.

"What if..." O5-8 asked cautiously. "What if we had known?"

"Then it will happen to you again," Wheeler said indifferently.

“… For the remaining questions: We did it with drugs.

You know we have Class A amnestics for people who desperately need to forget something?

Of course you do. Who doesn't remember A-amnestics?

Actually, in our department, we have a different kind of medicine that makes people remember things that are impossible to remember.

Memory aids, W-, X-, Y- and Z-grade.

Like mnemonic, it comes from a Greek root, but the M is silent.”

The phone in her bag rang again.

The O5 nodded in approval, and Marion reached into her bag and turned off her phone, accepting the reminder this time rather than deferring further.

She pulled a sheet of pills from her other pocket and squeezed one out.

Hexagonal, green pills.

She held up the pills, and was pleased to see a flash of "I know this thing" across O5-8's face.

He began to understand the situation.

Wheeler said:

"This is a Class W mnestic. Minimum potency, suitable for long-term use. Two pills per day. Go downstairs to the site pharmacy and ask. The pharmacist will tell you they never stock this stuff. Tell them they remembered it wrong and double-check."

O5-8 sighed. "I think now I understand. I understand why we're having this conversation."

See here,

The audience in the chat group finally figured out the situation.

But then there was a moment of surprise and doubt.

"Damn it, so even the head of the Antimemetics Department has to take medication constantly to ensure that his memory is correct?"

"What's even more terrifying is that even O5's memory has been modified by anti-memes invisibly."

"Damn, this guy is totally unpredictable!"

"So the Antimemetics Division was actually forgotten because of an antimeme?"

Sherlock Holmes Universe.

"Is that the reason?"

Holmes thought, but his mind was constantly analyzing.

After a while, he seemed to have thought of something and his expression changed slightly.

Do not!

not like this!

If it is just forgotten, the members of the Antimemetics Division have memory aids and they can easily awaken other people's memories!

But the problem is!

they do not!

In other words, maybe the Antimemetics Division isn't just forgotten.

They might even

“It no longer exists!”

on the screen.

"So what exactly is SCP-055?" O5-8 asked.

"SCP-055 is nothing," Wheeler said, now completely relaxed.

"SCP-055, as described in the documentation, is a powerful information auto-suppressor.

From previous experiments, we can only define it in negative terms, and we can only remember what it is not.

We know it's not Safe or Euclid. We know it's not round, nor square, nor green, nor silver.

We know it's not stupid.

We know it's not alone.

But we know it is weak.

Because it is the only antimemetic agent we have that has a documented physical container.

We have documentation about it, we have containment procedures.

It's not Safe, which means it's dangerous… but it's contained."

O5-8 blinked. "You have containment procedures? Where are they?"

Wheeler pointed to his head.

"How many antimemes are there? How dangerous are they?"

"I know of at least 10," Wheeler said.

"Statistically speaking, there are probably at least five more that I don't know about. That doesn't even include the antimemes that are roaming around freely and uncontained. There are at least two in this room right now. Don't look. I said don't look! There's no point!"

As soon as this word comes out,

Not only did the atmosphere inside the light curtain suddenly become weird,

The audiences from all over the world looked at each other in bewilderment.

There are two antimemes in this room?

Isn’t this too outrageous?

This is the heavily guarded residence of the O5!

on the screen.

O5-8 had great self-control and kept his attention on Wheeler.

Clay is not so good.

He quickly scanned the room, even checking behind him.

This made him look very funny.

In the end he found nothing and looked confused.

"There's an invisible monster that keeps haunting me and likes to eat my memories," Wheeler patiently explained.

"SCP-4987. I told you not to look, it's not here. It's been temporarily neutralized by one of the good guys in our department!"

"What about the other one?" Clay asked...