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But if you think about it,

It will inevitably be discovered again

Over and over again,

Until you are completely killed by it.

Wheeler in the notebook points to something on the wall, again out of shot.

Wheeler, who was watching the video, turned his head and saw a messy and complicated chart coordinate diagram above the corner of the room.

Bart. Hughes' initials are on every page.

"We can build a machine. It would take eight years, a lab the size of West Virginia, and all the money in the world. The O5 Council wouldn't bat an eye at our request."

Wheeler in the notebook paused.

"But how can we build it without realizing it's there? It would be like building and launching Apollo 11 without any engineers knowing the moon existed. The logistics would be insane, and the secrecy would be more than impossible. Someone would ask questions. And then it would be over. So what can we do?"

So what can we do?

So when humans face an existence like SCP-3125,

What else can be done?

Overwhelmed by despair, hiding in some dark corner, barely surviving?

Or would he lose his mind and expose himself to SCP-3135 and put an end to it once and for all?

Do not!

Wheeler's choice is to keep fighting!

“Find another way,” Wheeler said to the inaudible video.

This fatalistic tone made her angry.

Even though her body was still frail,

Even though there was still lingering weariness on her face,

Even if SCP-3125 has fully arrived, reality no longer exists!

But this woman never thought about surrendering!

"What's wrong with you?"

Wheeler in the notebook is still self-deprecating: "…I can tell everyone to go away. I can send a little message to myself saying this is a dead end, you have to disband the Antimemetics Division, cancel all projects. But I will definitely have doubts. I will also ask questions. And then once again, it will all be over."

But this made Wheeler even angrier!

She couldn't tolerate her own weakness!

The world has reached the brink of collapse.

If she gives up again,

Then everything will really be irreversible!

Chapter 98 The true supreme divinity, the fifth entity that controls concepts has an uncountable and infinite size!

She was now hunched over the video, trying to figure out what on earth she was watching.

"What's the matter, Wheeler? Are you all right?"

"I could kill myself right here," the video goes on.

"But my team will find SCP-3125 without me, and then they'll fight SCP-3125 without me. It's going to happen sooner or later. This year is over. I can still die here.

I've taken so many mnestics that my endocrine system should have shut down long ago. Taking amnestics at the same time is the chemical equivalent of drilling a hole in the skull.

I can't remember the last time I slept without having nightmares about Adam, and I'm starting to forget if SCP-4987 is real or just a number I assign to my life—"

"You're not like this," Wheeler whispered. "You're stronger than this. What's wrong with you? And who is Adam?"

The desperate voice in the notebook seemed to respond to her:

"I don't know how we're going to survive. I don't know how we're going to win. We're the last ones left in the world. There's no one after us."

Wheeler shook his head, refusing to believe it.

"So I'm done. I'm going to go out there and forget who I am and become you, Wheeler, and you're going to try to find a solution. I can't do that."

She gets up and walks off screen.

She could hear heavy breathing.

Her voice began to distort.

"Oh god, my eyes hurt. I feel like they're starting to go in"

The sound of a door opening and sharp fluctuations of sound and light ended the video.

For a time,

Wheeler was left standing in front of the notebook blankly.

Looking at the screen that fell into darkness, he remained silent.

Sherlock Holmes Universe.

"So, what happened to Wheeler before he used the memory-clearing drug? He left this video behind..."

Watson guessed, "Left to myself after my memory was erased?"

Holmes nodded with a complicated look.

"Discover SCP-3125, clear memory, discover SCP-3125 again, clear memory again until they actually find a way to solve SCP-3125.

They will continue to repeat this process over and over again.”

at this time,

He couldn't help but ask the question that Wheeler had asked before -

How do you fight an enemy without knowing it exists?

How do you win a war without knowing you’re in one?

What are you going to do?

In the screen,

Wheeler looked at the closed notebook with a complicated expression.

She had never seen herself so weak before, and it was a huge blow to her self-esteem to see that such a thing was possible.

She felt a sense of distance from what she was seeing, as if this was happening in a parallel universe.

She felt disgusted and horrified by this version of herself, but more so by the thought that this version of herself still existed somewhere inside of her.

This doesn't make sense.

I see the same facts.

What made her give up?

Does she know something that I don't?

And who is Adam?

The answer to the question was so obvious and disgusting that she instinctively refused to believe it.

She struggled with the answer, searching for a reason to refute it, but there was nowhere to go.

Adam was someone she knew at the time of the video recording.

Adam was someone for whom she feared for his safety.

Someone who shared the same mindset as her.

Someone she couldn't bear to lose.

And then she lost it.

“But if”

But how was the house built in the first place?

Just think about it.

Wheeler imagined that Hughes built it to test an idea, and that a series of lucky coincidences led to the creation of a strategy room.

Someone randomly discovered SCP-3125, which happened to be locked here;

They write notes to themselves, setting up rough external SCP database entries and containment procedures.

Most of the paperwork and computer hardware was left here by later visitors...

"It could be that..."

however,

After a brief thought, another question popped up in her mind involuntarily -

"But what if there are other rooms?"

Then the problems increased.

"What if that's where our weapons are built?"

“Do I really believe I’m smart?”

“My team and I had such a vision?”

"Are we so lucky?"

Right now,

Even the audience outside the screen could clearly feel Wheeler's inner struggle.

But at this moment,

Wheeler turned to the airlock, running numbers through his head.

Antimemetics Division personnel, except me:

thirty eight.

There are forty-two days until the next entry.

This passed the end of the year.

Too late.

If I leave now, there's no way I'll be able to come back.

My current plan is the best I've ever had.

Thinking of this,

There was no longer the confusion and uneasiness in her eyes.

Instead, there is a determination to face death head on.

The strong, determined and never-give-up Wheeler is back!

"We are the last group in the world. There will be no one after us."

this moment,

She once again ignited her fighting spirit in desperation!

The Adventures of Jackie Chan.

District Thirteen.

A group of agents stared at Wheeler in the light curtain, admiration written all over their faces.

"She's a real fighter!"

Sheriff Blake looked at Wheeler in the picture with a complicated expression.

Wheeler was seen in the light curtain saying goodbye, looking haggard and thin.

But at this moment,