Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

"But you, and only you, agreed to do something else. You had to start remembering, and now that something else is, I've given you a serum that reverses the aging process of the human body. It affects everything: organs, tissues, memories. You'll be able to remember soon. Remember?"

“Yes,” the old man said gruffly, remembering, vaguely.

Wheeler breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you remember who you are?"

"Dr. Lyn. Patrick. Marness, Foundation employee," he said. "Founder of the Antimemetics Division."

As soon as this word comes out,

The audience, who had just been speculating about the old man's identity, were suddenly stunned.

No one thought,

The old and frail figure in the picture is actually the founder of the Antimemetics Department?

Wheeler smiled with relief. It was good to see him again.

Then she got straight to the point: "We need your memory."

She explained,

"Memories that no one else in the world has ever had access to, and they are buried so deep that they cannot be retrieved without killing you. So this afternoon, we're going to do just that. We're going to extract these memories, and when we're done, you're going to die."

obviously,

The old man who has reached the stage of alcoholism is unable to bear the sequelae of X memory enhancer.

This means that when this conversation ends, his life will end.

The old man has begun to go back to the time when he started turning the wheel.

He remembered, very clearly, discovering secrets in his own brain, these blank spots which he could not explain and which could not be safely removed by any chemical or physical technique.

He remembered that he had put off keeping this secret until today.

"What happened in 1976?" Wheeler asked.

Wheeler's question caused the audience in the chat group to exclaim,

No one expected that what she was asking about was something that happened decades ago.

Then,

A guess emerged in the minds of countless viewers:

Is it possible?

SCP-3125 has been on Earth for decades?

What the audience didn't expect was that

The old man's answer

The old man sat up.

His skin began to clear and his breathing improved.

He felt like his brain was cut in half by moths, his eyes fixated on different time periods.

In his right eye he sees the lake and the boat that became his passing; in his left eye he sees a vivid collage of faces and places from his past.

Bart Hughes, with his toothy grin, thick glasses, and baby face, looks like a kid pretending to be a Foundation researcher;

The original Site 48 employees were a technical elite but also a completely hopeless softball team;

As a young man, Wheeler had nerves of steel and a mind like a laser;

There were MTF agents, uniforms, lab coats, and countless paperwork and a flood of numbers.

He started talking.

“1976 is the year the department was created.”

According to the old man,

He came up with it all on a whim in a legendary week, creating the discipline and then extracting the first chemical mnestics with the help of three hand-picked assistants - the original antimemetics researchers.

The Foundation had never observed an antimemetic SCP before—the entire operation was conducted entirely in the dark—and the team immediately struck gold.

Passive information black hole, active information predator, unmemorable worms and dust mites crawling on human skin...contagious bad news, self-enclosed secrets, living murders

Speaking of which,

The scene that happened in Site 200 before appeared in everyone's mind subconsciously.

Looking at the old man in the light curtain, he was immediately amazed.

SHIELD.

Nick Fury looked at the screen and listened to the old man recalling how he established the Anti-Memetics Department without knowing anything about anti-memes.

Even though he was a veteran, he still secretly admired him.

Because the enemies faced by the Antimemetics Division are not ordinary physical creatures at all.

They are invisible, intangible, colorless and tasteless, and even exist in the form of concepts.

This kind of blind men and elephant-like battle is suffocating just thinking about it.

Simultaneously,

This also made him more curious about the old man's memories.

"But it's all too fast," the old man said.

"Special Containment Procedures take time to develop, much longer than it took me. The entire Foundation discovers dozens of new SCPs per year, and I discovered that many in a single year. It was so easy. It was like I knew everything was in place and I just had to reach out."

"Then… one day I realized I couldn't remember much about my life before the Antimemetics Division. I knew I'd been an agent for the Foundation for decades before I was given the authority to start my own division, but nothing more. There was a wall in my mind that no mnestics could get past. I went to the paper archives to look for my personnel file, and…"

The old man suddenly interrupted, not because he forgot, but because he did it on purpose.

What happens is that there is an interruption.

"You wake up at your desk halfway through your workday and remember nothing," Wheeler added. "You repeat this cycle dozens of times until someone finds you and pulls you out."

Wheeler knows it all.

The file still exists, but the antimemetic effect still obscures the latter half.

Everything could have been concluded as soon as the second half became readable.

"This isn't the first Antimemetics Division. Before 1976, there was another division. I was a member of that division; it's possible that I even led it." The old man paused.

"Of course, I am also its sole survivor. Some antimemetic force gnawed and devoured the concept of the Antimemetics Department. I was a little lucky and survived. The others, whoever they were and however many there were, disappeared without a trace."

As soon as this word comes out,

The audience in the chat group were suddenly shocked!

The concept of the Antimemetics Division being consumed?

Isn't this exactly the current state of the Antimemetics Division?

An entire Antimemetics Division disappeared.

Even traces of their existence have been forgotten.

Could it be that,

Has this happened more than once?

on the screen.

Wheeler reminded again, "We know all this. I was there when you wrote your notes, remember? The question is known. But the answer, we can't find it without killing you. We've waited so many years for the answer. I'm here to ask you: What happened?"

The old man closed his right eye and made a face, trying to do it.

But he failed, and he smiled bitterly: "It's not here. You haven't sent me far enough, the wall is still in my mind. I remember why I have this question, but there is still no answer. I need more."

Wheeler glanced at the madness.

Feng wiped his hand and gave him another ten years.

A magical scene happened.

The old man seemed like a different person after the second injection of drug X took effect.

Wrinkles slid into his face, muscle tissue returned to his arms,

This was the first time he had stood up in several years.

He looked around, taking in the peaceful golden lake, the sky, and the boat.

He didn't sit back down.

He ran his hands through his hair, old and new. His sideburns were back, too.

Seeing this, Feng Bujue's mouth twitched slightly.

I thought the effect of this medicine was too good.

He even considered giving himself an injection.

“We weren’t even from the Foundation at the beginning,” the old man’s words brought his wandering thoughts back to normal.

"It started as an experiment in advanced propaganda. The goal was to go beyond physical conflict and find a way to cut off the ideological machine and completely destroy the idea of ​​Nazism itself."

As he spoke, the old man smiled and said:

"After two years, enough theory had been developed that the mission moved to engineering problems. After another two years, the engineering problems were solved and we had built something special."

At this point, his smile suddenly turned bitter:

"Unfortunately, we didn't understand what we were creating. At the time, we didn't have mnestic 967 to protect ourselves from its effects. We didn't understand how much foresight we would need to have in developing this technology."

Feng Bujue listened attentively,

He nodded from time to time, as if in agreement.

At the same time, I didn’t forget to record.

He really enjoyed this mission.

Not only is there no danger, but you can also experience the turbulent past of the Antimemetics Department firsthand!

Reading OCD got a great experience!

"We're stuck in a loop. Textbook. We built the Impossible Bomb, tested it... and it worked perfectly. The bomb destroyed itself, erasing our successful test, shattering all the knowledge we'd built together."

"We completely forgot we had ever built the bomb, and we started all over again."

Hear this,

The chat group that was full of discussion just now suddenly became quiet.

Countless audiences looked at each other in bewilderment.

Three-body universe.

Earth.

Incredible bomb?

Erase memory?

Antimemetic weapons?

After hearing these words, Luo Ji's breathing suddenly became rapid.

The attack of the Trisolarans is imminent.

The Earth's technological level alone is completely unable to resist the invasion of the enemy.

But if they also have this kind of anti-memetic weapon, maybe humans will still have the strength to fight!

however,

After just thinking about it, he let out a dejected breath.

Obviously, this kind of technology is not something they can explore at the moment.

This also made him feel more and more emotional about the establishment of the Anti-Memetics Department.

"The second bomb gathered dust for years after the war. We started sketching out improved designs for the third, but by then the regulations were starting to falter."

"In 1951, a cult started in Ojai, California. Within days it became a national phenomenon and it's still growing."

"It was all over the news. It was believable that it could spread so widely in a few months, but it was impossible in a few days. We, in the team, could see that the teachings behind this cult were unnaturally contagious.