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information about SCP-055's physical appearance "leaks" out of a human mind soon after such an observation.
"You dullard," she says now she can finally speak, "I'm your chief of Antimemetics."
a phone is a solid brick full of information. And before me, nobody tried using information as a missile.
You're dead now, and this is what comes next."
I did the only thing I could do, I looked at the shape of the hole. And, together with Bart Hughes and others, I formed a theory.
Marness has regressed a little way past senior management, the realm where most problems were solved by saying the correct words, and into a time where he survived through physical fitness, situational alertness and hands-on experience.
It ran parallel with Manhattan during World War II. We called ourselves the Unthinkables.
this is the only room in the world where SCP-3125 is not present. It's called 'inverted containment'. SCP-3125 pervades all of reality except for volumes which have been specifically shielded from its influence.
The gun is SCP-7381, and it comes from a long-dead planet
SCP-7381's beam is invisible, silent and recoilless.
Class-Z mnestics permanently destroy the subject's ability to forget. The result is perfect eidetic memory and perfect immunity to arbitrarily strong antimemetic interference.
The worms are among the most widespread and successful antimemetically cloaked organisms in the world. They are everywhere, in every biome, in every room.
she bootstraps it from first principles, in a handful of minutes, just like she's done a hundred
Noise, Hughes always held, is a symptom of imperfect engineering.
"Ideas can be killed," she says, stepping into the airlock. "How?" "With better ideas."
If something can cross over from conceptual space into reality, taking physical form, then something can cross in the opposite direction. It must be possible to take a physical entity, mechanically extract the idea which it embodies, amplify that idea and broadcast it up into conceptual space. A bigger idea. A better idea, one designed specifically to fight SCP-3125.
It's the wrong machine.
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"So I scramble your eggs, and I play the violin for you, and between us we hack out about three-tenths of what I would consider to be normalcy. Not because you can't do this without me, you could take the whole universe by yourself if you really had to, but: to blazes with that, you don't have to.
"I'm going to win this war," Wheeler says to him. "I'll beat the universe. And then I will come and find out why."
It smells powerfully and creatively disgusting, like concentrated medical waste.
She might not be able to stop the thing, but she could at least make herself known with a fire axe. She could make it feel some regret.
"You're at the gym pretty often?" Wheeler pants, sitting back. "You train for fresh hell like this?" "Yeah." "That's great," Wheeler says, "because I play the violin
The room is filled with that odour, almost thick enough to see.
perfectly serviceable gun,
Dispassionate people make better field decisions, that's the rule he was always taught. But remaining dispassionate is harder on some days than others.
There is an appallingly large percentage of the world which no human has ever properly looked at.
Write to yourself something which will make you remember."
a tiny black slug falls out of the corner of his eye into the hotel sink.
something which everybody can see but him.
They've been replaced too, he knows. And they know he hasn't. That's what's wrong.
It hurt to think. It hurt to exist.
You can't be forced to recall something which you genuinely never experienced.
All of them are wearing germs. The four huge eyeballs of the four germs swivel in unison to stare at Hughes as he comes in.
"Our mission statement is 'Secure, contain, protect'.
He'd need to design and build the box while already inside the box he was building. He would need to box the universe.
A countermeme."
'SCP-3125 represents an omniversal-scale threat. It threatens neighbouring realities to ours. It threatens microverses within our macroverse. It threatens universes which embed ours as fiction—'"
