Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

Feelings of despair continued to emerge in their minds——

Dr. Hughes, the only person capable of creating a machine that could neutralize SCP-3125, has died.

The Foundation site was breached,

Even O5 was infected,

despair,

Extreme despair.

however,

at this time!

Some people were surprised that the light curtain did not fall completely into darkness.

And in that dim picture,

An octopus-like germ crawled away from Dr. Hughes's body.

Just when everyone was surprised at how this thing could come alive,

Everyone heard Dr. Hughes' inner voice.

Confused, distressed,

He asked:

What is it?

where is it?

What does SCP-3125 look like?

Its motives, its origins, its methods of committing the crime—how much of it is knowable?

Do I have to know these to solve the problem?

Does it matter how smart something is, as long as you can put it in a box and control it?

The audience was stunned.

Countless people trembled as they watched the embryo crawling in the light curtain.

A horrifying guess came to their minds -

Could it be that,

Dr. Hughes is not completely dead.

But

Survived in this state?

In the screen,

Dr. Hughes' voice still echoed in everyone's minds.

It's just that the original difficult mood disappeared,

Instead, there is calm.

He still asked:

In what mind-distorting photochemical form would this counter-meme take?

How can human hands assemble something with such destructive power and still be able to hold it firmly? What kind of human mind is needed to wield it without it blowing inside out?

What effect will the deployment of such an angry idea have on the human concept space? 1.9 How far is modern memetic science from the answer, one year?

a hundred years?

What kind of crazy impossibility had Hughes gotten himself into?

Hughes knew nothing.

He knew that Site 167 was falling apart.

Something violent and psychotic was sweeping through its corridors and its people, a liquid swarm that was turning each person into the worst thing a human could possibly be.

There is something that is wrong just by existing and wrong just by looking at it, colorless and furious.

He crawled slowly down the corridor and then down the ventilation shaft to get deeper.

He is small and he can move very quickly and slickly.

He can do it.

He could lock himself in.

He didn't know how the germ survived.

All he had seen were in cages.

Is it aquatic, or does it live in the plasma of C. gigantes?

Does it take formula?

He was going to reverse engineer his own biology before he starved to death.

He doesn't understand the models of his mind.

Thinking is painful.

But he can think.

Countless beings in the universe watched like this.

Watching the embryo that retained Dr. Hughes' will slowly move,

Dr. Hughes is not dead!

Then,

The chat group was in an uproar.

"HOLYF—KINGSH-T Dr. Hughes is not dead! He is not dead!"

"Oh my God, this is incredible. What kind of belief supports him?"

"So, the Foundation has a chance?"

""

As this question arose, the audience, who had finally breathed a sigh of relief, fell silent again.

SCP-3125 full invasion,

All O5s are infected.

The last line of defense was breached.

And then only Dr. Hughes, who survived in embryonic form, was able to turn the tide?

obviously,

This possibility is extremely small.

Chapter 97: Cosmic Starfish! They sit high on a multi-cornered throne made of stars and light!

[2015/11/30]

As this date appeared in the light curtain,

The audience, who were still immersed in the sad atmosphere, were stunned.

Immediately there was a moment of surprise and doubt.

Because this time is the time when Wheeler left the note earlier.

as predicted,

It was dark inside for a few seconds, and as the lights came on, Wheeler appeared in the light curtain.

Half of the lights were shining palely, while others were unresponsive or flashing annoyingly.

The interior walls of the room were made of milky white glass, covered with paperwork and held together with tape and Blu-Tack into a roughly coherent mass.

In places where there is no paper, people just write and draw on the walls with markers.

There was a conference table, a long oval piled with paperwork and laptops, a tangle of wires.

Power has been returned to the machines and they are slowly starting up.

A data projector automatically turned on, projecting a world map onto the wall, almost matching the notes scribbled on it.

Various colorful sticky notes were scattered all over the ground like autumn leaves.

Other than that, there was nothing in the room.

Scanning the paper documents, the audience found that they were almost all handwritten and most of them recorded the progress of the conversation.

Most are dated and signed, with most dates being a few weeks apart.

The conversations consisted of panicked and fearful questions and answers about various SCPs, some of which were antimemetic in nature, but were unrelated.

There are no recorded references to SCP-3125.

The only name Wheeler recognizes is her own, which appears once every ten or twenty articles.

The notes looked genuinely her own.

But her notes were filled with the same despair and anxiety as everyone else's.

This made her very anxious.

There were also some diagrams on the wall, the content was so complicated that it was impossible to decipher it at a glance, but it was also complicated enough to make her eyes hurt.

See here,

The audience in the chat group was confused.

Where is this?

Why is Wheeler here?

Who knows the next second,

Wheeler's own voice suddenly appeared in the picture.

"Wheeler, it's me."

This is a video recorded on a laptop computer on a table.

Wheeler in the video was sitting and looked a little unfamiliar, but it took Wheeler, who was watching the video, a moment to figure out what was different.

No fatigue, no sickness, no injury;

She had seen herself like this before, in the mirror.

The difference is that this woman's willpower is gone and she is defeated.

"You have already guessed that SCP-3125 is not in this room," she said from the laptop.

"In fact, this is the only room in the entire world that does not contain SCP-3125. It's called reverse containment. SCP-3125 has spread throughout reality, except for a small area specially protected from its influence, which is right here. This is our only safe haven. This room represents the length and breadth of this war."

"Every effective antimemetic research project will sooner or later find traces of SCP-3125. It manifests all over the world, in thousands of forms. Most of them aren't even anomalous."

"Some have been individually catalogued in the main database. A small number have even been contained."

"Impossible viral cults, destructive arithmetic, invisible spiders as tall as skyscrapers, people born with invisible organs. These are raw data. Dealing with these manifestations is troublesome enough..."

As soon as this word comes out,

The audience in the Zhutian chat group was stunned.

then,

The audience went wild.

"What the hell? Did I hear you right? SCP-3125 is all over reality?"

"Damn, doesn't this mean that an MK-class end-of-the-world scenario has already occurred?"

""