Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

【I am Hughes】

When this sentence reached everyone's ears,

The entire audience of the universe suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Countless people rubbed their ears, thinking they were hallucinating.

"WTF? Is this guy really Hughes?"

"Oh my God, Hughes actually survived as a germ?"

'It's crazy'

however,

That's not even the craziest thing.

Next,

Hughes briefly described how he survived and how he became what he is today.

Until finally, Hugh took out something.

An autoinjector pen, a stubby, shiny orange cylinder with a needle beneath a pointed cap.

A bold black Z was printed on it.

Adam recognized it.

The audience recognized it as well.

Class Z memory enhancement potion!

He knew that the drug 377 would kill him.

It would make him remember everything—everything.

And it would kill him, as it would kill everyone.

But he will remember.

There was a song in his ears.

The sunlight in the garden is blurry and patchy.

He met Hughes' eyes, and Hughes was smiling sadly,

His eyes began to shine, with golden and white spots everywhere.

He saw Wheeler.

She looked at him.

It seemed as if she was about to say something, but the pain in Adam's brain made it known that he had to stop.

The pain rushed forward and reached behind my eyes.

The pace of retreat accelerated again.

Disparate memories from every aspect of his life now called out to him in unison, their harmony growing louder and louder, and it was now difficult to think clearly.

Wheeler, however, in most memories.

Not static—she evolves and grows, year after year—but constant threads.

He focused on her.

"I don't have much time to get you up to speed," he began.

"This isn't real. We now share Bart Hughes' mind. I don't know how much you know—"

"There's a (anti)meme called SCP-3125," Wheeler continued, smiling.

"It killed me. And the Division. And the Foundation. And now it's taking over all of reality.

It destroyed humanity. It was the most terrible thing that ever existed.

There is no one left but you, and you are powerless to stop it.

You can't even go and see it.

Hughes needed an idea to amplify, so you injected me with a lethal dose of biomnestics to properly materialize me, because I am your best idea. Is that all?"

Adam smiled weakly, with great relief.

His wife grasped the situation with characteristic rapidity.

"That's all. We live in ridiculous times."

She took a few steps back.

She looked at him, and herself, and this imaginary little scene, which was growing brighter as the sun rose.

She looked up.

Looking at the meme complex she must destroy, it is incredibly huge.

In its huge mouth, human existence, all human beings and everything they do, say, think and see, are buried alive.

SCP-3125 is, for the most part, P-3125's unstoppable, perpetuating lie.

But it was a lie.

Now, she felt it.

She knew in her bones that she was unreal;

A memory of a life; an ideal, an abstraction.

She had been almost real in the first few seconds of her existence, but she could feel the flaws and complexity being stripped away from her.

She could see the complex of ideas that Hughes had built around her.

Looks familiar.

Appears to be a highly recreated slice of the very concept of the Foundation itself.

Or at least, the Foundation's noblest intentions and achievements.

The supreme purpose of its existence:

Protect humanity.

Swallow all fear, manage it, understand it,

Keep it under lock and key so people don't have to worry anymore.

at last,

This can all be over.

Chapter 103: The Fourteenth Recruitment! Zeus's Illegitimate Son? The Broken God!

Chapter 103: Recruiting Zeus's illegitimate son? The Broken God!

"Adam" she said and looked up again.

"It will help. I'll be here to see it all end."

“That’s great,” he said.

"I haven't heard good news in a long time."

He fell to his knees.

His skull felt like it was cracking.

She also knelt beside him and took his hand.

"Adam, listen. It's different out there. I've seen glimpses of it before, but I've never been there. I don't know what it's like, but I know I'm no longer human. I'm no longer real. I can't come back. I love you."

A searing sensation crawled through Adam's brain like the crackling of a cellular automaton.

"I know," he said.

"It's okay. There's no one to look for when you come back. It's nice to meet you. I love you."

Stand back

She stood back from him.

She flexed what might have been wings.

The launch window opened.

First there is some type of “ignition”.

Then Wheeler's perspective began to change.

Everything seems to be shrinking.

And she began to ascend.

The part SCP-3125 used to communicate had had its brain blown out.

There is nothing left to reason with.

No sarcasm.

The thing was structurally huge and topologically mind-destroying.

It comes from a space where ideas exist entirely beyond the human scale.

Its insanity and self-consistent evil are so profound that it hurts just to comprehend them.

Her perspective is changing because she is still ascending.

As she ascended, she was no longer human.

She saw through her opponent.

Begin to understand, instinctively, its construction, its weaknesses, and how to attack those weaknesses.

It turned to face her.

When the two sides meet, what happens is not a war, but more mathematics.

Is the equation solved after long and painful calculation,

It's a blizzard of calculation items.

In the face of the wild light, SCP-3125's vast complexities, from ideas to meaningful existence, were all disproven.

It, in the new context brought about by the mad light, is nothing more than an outdated triviality.

It folded and contracted, limb after limb, and everything disappeared in a flash.

Its tight grip on everything in the world loosened.

Mathematics is good stuff.

Everything was just as Hughes had modeled it back in the basement, using a memetic version of the equations of fluid dynamics that took thousands of processor years to simulate.

After the limb disappeared, what remained was an angry red/green eyeball.

The abstraction of Foundation/Wheeler/Conservation pierces it, pierces it completely from front to back.

Colorless vibrations spread out from the eyeball, and then another silent extinguishing, and then there was only a bright vacuum, without a trace left.

And after the collision all that remains is equilibrium:

The last frenzied photon broke through the deepest boundary of the conceptual space and never returned.

[End of mission]

As this ascension resounded through the heavens,

Countless viewers who were still immersed in that trance were suddenly awakened.

ended?

Is this the end?

Site-0.

Chu Yun stared at the light screen in a daze.