Chapter 1034

Perhaps Michael Lee hid it in the lounge during his last visit, perhaps there was an accomplice, perhaps something else.

Her thoughts stopped abruptly, realizing that the other members of Hughes's team had likely also met with misfortune.

Now, everything can only rely on speculation.

She split the capsule in two and injected half of the medicine into her right wrist.

This was a fast-acting chemical memory erasure agent; she prayed that the dose shared by the two would be enough to work.

"Why hasn't SCP-3125 appeared yet?" O5-8 questioned, "I can feel... it's in my mind, or rather, it's my embryo reacting."

"I have the same feeling," Marion said while signaling him to roll up his sleeves, "You need to temporarily turn off the barrier for a second."

O5-8 did so, and Marion injected the remaining medicine into his body.

Outside the door, the unlucky lady was already a bit sleepy, snoring.

However, she let out a shrill scream again.

Marion turned her head to look, only to see a long filament, black as ink and sharp as a javelin, hanging down from the warehouse roof, accurately hooking the chair and lifting it into the air.

Immediately after, a second slender jointed limb appeared, gently touching the lady's abdomen with curiosity, then piercing her body like a nail through thin paper.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, sprinkling the ground.

She let out a desperate wail.

"No! Don't!"

"Help!"

The jointed limb retracted, opened a second hole next to the first one, and then repeatedly performed this cruel "game."

More spider legs pierced O5-8's mobile bodyguard, pulling it away from the airtight lock, and dismembered it into sparks-splashing fragments in a few moves.

The Autobot's laser weapon fired wildly, but the high-energy laser beam capable of vaporizing organic matter couldn't even polish the jointed limbs.

The alarm sounded suddenly, and the piercing scream echoed in the air.

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"This is a memetic threat," O5-8 was almost talking to himself, "Where did that spider monster come from?"

Marion didn't answer, her attention was on more important things:

"Do you have any backup transfer tools?"

"S167-B02-101, there is an escape pod there," O5-8 said.

Marion immediately used the blood-stained fountain pen to write the information on her hand.

While writing, she asked:

"Underground? Are you sure? Does the door have a password?"

O5-8 didn't have time to answer, the discomfort in his head shattered the answer he hadn't spoken, and he raised his hand to scratch his head.

The embryo on his face began to squirm uneasily, the color and texture seemingly eroded by some infection, and the originally pale blue skin showed strange changes.

"I can feel Him, like... a hacksaw, wanting to saw me."

"Other things don't matter," Marion said, "We have to find the escape pod."

"We don't need to remember the reason. Understand?"

The spider's huge jointed limbs touched the airtight lock, and began to tear the room frantically, moving swiftly and angrily.

Their owner knew there were important targets in the giant beast's skull, but the skull was too hard, they couldn't penetrate it, and couldn't dismantle it.

O5-8 lacked combat experience, and the memory erasure agent made his thinking chaotic.

"I'll listen to you," he said wearily, "Escape pod. You lead the way."

Marion pulled him up, and her other hand grabbed Michael Lee's pistol, which still had plenty of ammunition.

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"Follow me," she said calmly, as if all this was already familiar.

The warehouse roof began to collapse.

Hughes felt that he was probably dead.

But when his consciousness collapsed and his soul went to see the "Three Brothers of Death," he woke up from a chaos.

He blinked his eyes, seeing quite clearly, but when he intended to move his body, a sense of confusion and strangeness made him fall.

At this time, Dr. Hughes saw his own corpse, lying like a giant in the conference room with flickering lights.

—He is an embryo!

"..."

Dr. Hughes immediately felt that if he could successfully meet Dr. Bright, they would definitely be able to talk very well.

But now is not the time to think about these.

There are two things that are very important right now:

1. Survive;

2. The plan proceeds as usual.

It must be said that this is truly a god-given opportunity; Michael Lee, infected by 3125, killed Hughes, and He has one less enemy from now on.

He is much safer now; as long as he can successfully enter that place and find a way to keep this little body alive, he can carry out anti-memetic research.

"But what is He?"

"Where is He? What does SCP-3125 look like? His motivation, his origin, his killing method... how much is knowable?"

"Must you know these to solve the problem?"

Hughes didn't think so.

As long as he can lock Him in a box and checkmate Him, does it matter how smart He is?

"Anti-memetics..."

How can human hands assemble something with such destructive energy, and still be able to grasp it firmly?

What kind of human mind can wield it without being blown inside out?

What effect will deploying such an angry concept have on the conceptual space of humanity?

How far is modern memetic science from the answer and countermeasure, one year? One hundred years?

"What kind of crazy impossibility have I gotten myself into?"

Hughes knew nothing.

But he knew Site-167 was falling apart.

Something violent and psychopathic was sweeping through the corridors and personnel of Site-167, like a liquid dark tide, instantly catalyzing every unfortunate encounter into the most evil form reachable by human nature.

A thing that is a sin just by existing, and everything it sees is a disaster, invisible and colorless, but full of anger.

Hughes rushed down the corridor and went down to the ventilation shaft to go deeper.

He was small, and he could move quickly and slippery.

He could do it.

He could lock himself in.

He didn't know what the embryo lived on.

Everything he had seen was locked in a cage.

He didn't understand the specific care procedures.

Is it aquatic? Or does it live in the plasma of the "Super-Giant Cryptid"? Or does it need to feed on a certain specific formula?

He had to reverse-engineer his own biology before starving to death.

Hughes didn't understand the mind model of this body of his.

Thinking was painful.

But he could think.