From the outside, Site-41 looked like an abandoned mountain lodge built into a cave.
But inside—a cavernous complex, hollowed from the rock.
Yet it felt eerily empty.
Marion Wheeler explained, "The Antimeme Division is a skeleton crew. Most operations are automated."
She chuckled dryly. "Antimemes can't breach containment—they're meant to be forgotten. No need for guards."
Luo Shu understood.
Ordinary humans either couldn't perceive antimemes or instantly forgot them. Even researchers relied on W-Class Mnestics for glimpses.
A supercomputer managed what human minds couldn't.
Luo Shu's fingers itched to hack the system, but Marion's glare stopped him.
"Don't. One glitch, and the world ends."
At his skeptical look, she added, "You've never seen SCP-3125. Nothing survives it—not even 'God.'"
Luo Shu's eyes lit up.
That powerful?
I need it in the Archives.
The Chamber of SCP-3211
They stopped at a containment unit.
Marion sighed. "SCP-3211 is inside. But I'll never see it again…"
Like SCP-055, 3211 had no consistent documentation. Only 9 fragmented descriptions existed:
████-brand microwave
Homo sapiens (Czech female, "Nerozumím")
Porcelain cup with █████████ logo
12cm red cube (perfectly smooth)
Decomposing pigeon (Columba livia domestica)
The color "purple-brown"
Ancient clay vase
Friends DVD set (missing S3 disc)
Plastic badge labeled "3211"
Which was real? Maybe none.
Luo's memory of the file showed a young woman—details blurred.
After 6 minutes, the image always blanked.
Now, he stood before the real thing.
Marion spent two minutes on biometrics and codes. (Luo could've picked the lock instantly.)
Finally, the door opened.
Luo Shu stepped in, heart pounding.
Six minutes. That's all he'd get.
Marion followed, blind but eager.
She handed him a W-Class Mnestic, watching his face like a hawk.
Luo barely spoke—just listened, his expressions shifting wildly.
Sometimes, he glanced at Marion, puzzling her further.
At the 6-minute mark, he sighed and left.
Marion chased him, frantic: "Well? What did it say? Don't tell me you forgot!"
Normally, anyone would.
But the Anomaly Archives preserved the encounter.
Luo turned, deadly serious:
"Are you truly amnesic… or lying?"
Marion bristled. "I brought you here for answers, not insults!"
Luo shrugged. "Fine. Joke's over."
He leaned in.
"SCP-3211 is you, Marion Wheeler."