Multiverse Chat Group | Live Reactions
"Wait… he's reliving that 'Kim' guy's memories?!"
"Why doesn't Clef know about this 'Anti-Memetics Division'? Is it classified?"
Three-Body Universe | Earth
Luo Ji stroked his chin. "A department fighting concepts that erase themselves? No wonder it's a ghost in the system."
Marvel Universe | S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury's eye twitched at the description of SCP-4739:
"An entity that eats memories? Sounds like SCP-3000's cousin… but worse."
Natasha shuddered. "And this 'Kim' guy beat it by throwing his phone at it?!"
Anti-Memetics Division | Wheeler's Office
Feng Bujue—now fully immersed as Paul Kim—peeled back the layers of his fabricated past.
"Let's cut the crap," he said, tapping his temple. "This isn't my 'first day.' I've worked here for a decade. Grey just… ate those memories."
Marion Wheeler smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Instinct? No. What you did was training—carved into your bones. That's why you're still alive."
Revelation:
Every "new recruit" lecture was a reset after memory attacks.
The department's motto: "Either adapt by lunchtime, or disappear."
Chat Group Explodes:
"HOLY SHIT! They live in Groundhog Day from hell!"
"How do you fight something that deletes the fight?!"
Site-200 | O5 Council Chamber
The air smelled of old paper and paranoia.
Wheeler faced O5-8, whose blurred features hid behind a desk straight out of a 90s thriller. An assistant's pistol hovered at her temple.
O5-8's Accusation:
"'Marion Wheeler'—birdwatcher, mom of two, perfect civilian cover. Yet you wield keys to facilities that don't exist. Explain."
Wheeler snorted. "Idiots. I'm your Anti-Memetics Division Director."
The Twist:
"There is no Anti-Memetics Division," the assistant hissed.
"Exactly." Wheeler leaned forward. "Think: Why wouldn't it hide itself?"
She painted the nightmare:
Memetic SCPs: Ideas that spread like viruses.
Anti-Memetic SCPs: Ideas that devour knowledge—including their own containment protocols.
"You photograph them? The film blanks. You write them down? The ink unwrites itself." Her voice dropped. "They're living conspiracies."
O5-8's Silence was louder than a scream.