An antimemetic bomb?
And then they blew up the Unbelievable?
When the Marvel audience heard this in the livestream, they were left speechless.
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On Screen
The old man's half-broken mind, anchored decades earlier in the 1970s, began to unravel memories like pages of a forgotten book.
His words grew sharper, more fluent:
> "We started sketching improved designs for a third bomb. But by then… the regulations had begun to collapse.
It wasn't clear if the project overseers even knew what we were doing… or if they even remembered we existed.
That was the side effect of the research. We couldn't fix it."
The word echoed through everyone's minds—Antimeme.
A concept that erases itself from memory.
Something that eliminates its own existence at a fundamental, cognitive level.
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The old man continued, his brow furrowed:
> "In [DATA EXPUNGED], a cult appeared in Ojai. It was wrong. Everything about it was wrong.
Within days it had spread like wildfire across the nation. The news was saturated with it.
Growth that fast isn't natural. Not in days. Not even in months.
We knew—the doctrine itself was contagious. A memetic infection. Something that couldn't be forgotten."
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The audience pictured it instantly:
A plague sweeping through society.
Not viral. Not bacterial.
But an idea.
A thought that spreads like a ghost, invisible and unstoppable.
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury's expression turned ashen.
An invisible infection. A concept weapon that could spread faster than any virus.
How could anyone defend against that?
Then the old man's next words hit like a thunderclap.
> "Eight days into the outbreak, the Foundation expropriated us. All classified research, all material resources, every senior staffer who complied… including me."
His eyes darkened with the weight of memory.
> "Those who resisted? Wiped clean. Minds erased. Sent back into the army.
Twenty hours later, we deployed the second bomb. And the cult was gone. Wiped out completely. No one remembered it. No one remembered being involved. Zero casualties. A perfect detonation."
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The livestream went silent.
Then the chat exploded.
> "WTF? One bomb erased an entire cult?"
"That's scarier than a nuke. Nukes kill bodies, this thing kills ideas!"
"The whole concept of the cult just vanished… that's insane."
"Antimemetic bombs are OP as hell!"
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury swore under his breath.
If even concepts could be erased, what kind of power did the Antimemetics Division wield?
And more importantly—why did it no longer exist?
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The old man leaned forward, voice trembling with excitement.
> "After that, everything accelerated. Every new technological leap revealed new hidden SCPs.
I passed the Foundation's field test. I joined the ghost-hunting teams. My entire life changed. I—"
He froze.
His eyes locked on Marion Wheeler.
His tone shifted—quieter, heavier.
> "There's one SCP your department's never faced.
An SCP my division failed to contain.
The Escaper."
The word sent a ripple of unease through the Overseers.
Because the Foundation did have such a file.
SCP-3125. The Escaper.
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Wheeler's eyes narrowed.
> "That's what I came for."
The old man's face hardened.
> "It ate my division alive."
The room went still.
> "It came fast. Too fast. The only option was self-destruction. But… there were no nukes on site. Looking back… maybe because it had already eaten them."
Wheeler's jaw tightened, but she let him continue.
> "If you know it exists… it knows you exist.
The more you know about it… the more it knows about you.
If you can see it… it can see you. And you've been watching it all afternoon."
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A chill swept through the room.
Wheeler's face paled as her survival instincts screamed.
They were alone.
A thousand meters from shore.
No backup.
> Why didn't I bring support?
The thought stabbed into her like a needle of radiation.
> "There should be a team at the lake house. MTF operatives. A doctor on the boat. At least a second boat.
Why… am I alone?"
Her whisper carried the weight of dread.
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The livestream chat froze.
Everyone felt it—an invisible presence.
The Escaper.
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Wheeler drew her pistol, hand shaking.
> "Where is it? Inside you?"
The old man's voice cracked with urgency:
> "The only way to kill it… is to erase all knowledge of it.
The fastest way to bring it back… is to restore my memory."
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Wheeler's instincts screamed wrong.
She staggered back, splashing lake water over his head.
> "El! Are you still with me?"
The old man shuddered, almost possessed.
> "There's a way… a way to fix this!"
He dropped to his knees, crawling forward blindly.
Wheeler raised her pistol, voice shaking.
> "Tell me what it is!"
His response was almost a growl:
> "That's the last thing you should do. If you keep pressing, you'll set off another bomb."
> "We don't have those bombs anymore! That tech is lost!" Wheeler snapped back.
But the old man roared:
> "You do! There's an engineering lab at Site-41. Underground. The size of a football field. Abandoned. Untouched.
Why? Think about it. That's where you planted the bomb!"
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The Overseer Chamber
Overseer 2 sat bolt upright.
> "Site-41? Since when did we have a Site-41?"
Leon Lake's calm, cutting voice broke the silence.
> "Just like how we 'never' had an Antimemetics Division?"
Overseer 2 shut his mouth, understanding dawning.
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To Be Continued…
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