Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

SCP-7381's rays are invisible, silent, and recoil-free, like using a child's toy gun.

But what’s the point?

Wheeler studied herself through the dark glass of the elevator panel, traveling inside her own mind, examining her thought processes.

There are some clues in there.

Unless someone knows her as well as she does herself, it's hard to tell.

She didn’t think like a rookie.

She instinctively broke the question apart, the way an experienced Foundation agent would.

"Damn it, newbies don't even know how to conduct a detailed psychological self-examination. Newbies don't even think about it, and newbies will just suffocate."

She was like an old lady, mumbling and complaining.

But she quickly adjusted her mindset.

Start analyzing the current situation.

"The first thing it did when it saw me," she said to her reflection,

"It's to eat everything I know about the department. And then everything I know about it."

She paused and said:

"If I have a plan, it eats it up... but I'm still me. So I can still put my plan together. It's already in front of me, I just have to see it."

She asked her reflection in the dark glass, "If I were me, what would my plan be?"

She scratched her left wrist absentmindedly.

"Some powerful mnestics would be a smart first step, I think."

She muttered,

"Strengthen the mind, and then it can't erase the remaining steps, damn it."

The nearest source of mnestics was the pharmacy, but it has now been destroyed.

Moreover, the elevator was going down all the way, getting farther and farther away from there.

"No. Stop. The pharmacy was destroyed? How would I know that?"

A trace of confusion passed across her face.

Oh, because she had lungs there.

She remembered finding the pharmacist crushed to death by the cabinet, her head an unrecognizable red mass.

She remembered the floor opening up beneath her feet and how she almost didn't make it out.

She remembered—a box painted security orange with a giant black Z printed on it.

Her heart nearly stopped.

“Oh my God, what have I done?”

[Class Z memory enhancement is the ultimate trump card of biochemical memory defense. Class Z memory enhancement will permanently destroy the user's ability to forget. The result is a memory with perfect clarity and perfect immunity to all strengths of anti-memetic effects. ]

Is this my plan?

Is this what it takes to fight SCP-3125?

I have committed suicide——.

Chapter 99: Ideas can kill, use better ideas!

The moment he saw the Class Z mnestic,

The audience in the chat group were shocked and puzzled!

No one expected that the Antimemetics Division would develop such an exaggerated potion!

The medicine is now effective.

She knew everything that was going to happen to her.

She could feel her mind strengthening like steel, and an extreme sensory overload going on.

She can see everything.

The real world is in her.

At the same time, it also unfolds in front of all the audience!

There are now additional buttons on the elevator panel.

At the bottom, on the 30th floor underground,

She had pressed it.

The walls of the elevator were covered in graffiti scratched out by the desperate dying, those who had been attacked by a deadly antimemetic agent years before!

The concept of their existence was erased from reality and reduced to ghost-like status.

There was even a half-dead body in a corner of the elevator.

Unable to identify,

So profoundly erased from reality that not even a fly could smell it.

Its cells gradually flickered out of existence over the years.

A mass of small white worms was crawling on the elevator floor, next to where she sat.

Wheeler dodged them in disgust, shaking one or two out of his hair.

Worms are the most widespread and successful antimemetic organisms in the world.

They are everywhere.

Each group,

Every room has one.

Seeing this scene,

The audience of Zhu Tian Huan Yu was completely stunned.

"WTF? Is this the daily routine of the Antimemetics Department?"

"Hell, because of some inadvertent exposure to some antimeme, he died in the elevator and no one could detect him?"

"Damn it, I finally understand what Wheeler said to O5-8 before. Just because you can't sense the antimemes doesn't mean they don't exist!"

"So this is the real world. It's like a curse."

Sherlock Holmes Universe.

"The ability to permanently destroy the user's amnesia, and the ability to be perfectly immune to all levels of anti-memetic effects!"

Watson exclaimed in amazement: "As expected of the Antimemetics Division's ace."

Watson is still marveling at the effect of the Z-level potion!

Holmes on the side had a complicated expression.

Inject this thing.

It's suicide in another sense!

Because the human sensory center generates a huge amount of data,

And the human brain has adapted to discard most of them almost instantly.

Even for a brief moment,

Changing brain behavior patterns to retain this information is also extremely dangerous.

As if to confirm his opinion,

hum~

A long, disturbing buzzing sound came from the light curtain.

The continued roar had an enveloping quality and grew in volume.

It was like it had been there all her life and she was only now beginning to hear 963.

There is too much data.

There are too many sounds.

There is too much light.

Opening my eyes felt like being pierced by a thousand needles.

She covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut.

Even so,

She still felt the vibration of the elevator going down, the heat of the falling air conditioner, and the movement of her clothes on her skin.

At the same time her vision was filled with things that might have been hallucinations.

Wheeler took one hand away from his ear and hit it against the elevator wall, bleeding two knuckles.

The pain gave her focus, and one memory screamed louder than the others.

Then she found the plan.

She didn't think of it;

She followed her first instinct.

In just a few moments, just like she had done hundreds of times.

"I know how to beat you," she said.

"No," SCP-3125 told her. "You don't know."

This voice seemed to appear beside Wheeler.

It seemed to appear in her subconscious.

However, the audience in the chat group was stunned!

SCP-3125 is speaking?

What surprised everyone even more was Wheeler's words:

She actually said she found a way to defeat SCP-3125?

But how can an idea be defeated?

The elevator stopped on the 30th floor underground and the door creaked open.

There was a distant rumble above the elevator as more of Site 41 was crushed to pieces.

Wheeler huddled in the corner and muttered, "SCP-3125 has no sound."

"Of course I did," it responded.

Wheeler pretended not to hear and continued to talk to himself:

"SCP-3125 is a five-dimensional anomalous migratory collection of malignant memes, antimemes, and intermediates that is infiltrating our physical reality. It is incoherent and non-sapient, and it cannot communicate."

She emphasized: "This is an auditory hallucination."

SCP-3125 scoffed:

"You know what I hate most about you, Wheeler? You're always, always wrong... and yet you're still alive."

The voice was full of malice and sarcasm:

"All those lost battles, every year of completely lost wars, but somehow you always managed to get through it unscathed.

Forever the sole survivor.

You don't deserve to be so lucky.

No one is worthy.”

As it spoke, Wheeler stood up, leaning against the ray gun.