I Was Once a Legend

Meme - in the field of culture, due to the imitation and dissemination of thoughts or ideas among people, in the process of inheritance from generation to generation, there will be variation in different directions, which is the basic unit of culture, just like genes (gene ) for organisms, so it is vividly called "meme" by scholars.

It contains a wide range of religion, rumors, news, knowledge, concepts, habits, customs, and even slogans, proverbs, expressions, words, and jokes can all become memes.

Just like before the exam, you saw someone reposting pictures of koi fish. Out of superstition, you believed the statement that reposting the exam score would be 50 points higher than the original one. You clicked the repost button, and those who watched it in your space Some people who see the koi pictures will also choose to believe and forward them, thus completing the infection of the meme "Koi pictures bring good luck".

In the worldview of the SCP Foundation, memes are often associated with "cognitohazards".

The dangerous information that is obtained through the five senses and will cause direct harm to the body and consciousness of the creature is carried by the meme, which is constantly replicated, inherited, and mutated, and spreads rapidly. It is difficult to eliminate and cannot be recovered.

like a virus.

The more famous, meme-infected item, the fifth-first meme, has the item number, SCP-CN-, 00122.The item is an anomalous meme that cannot be described normally.If you want to describe, you must write as, five characters are one sentence.It can be infected, and the infected content has the same effect.The human beings seen become the infected person, and the description of the situation becomes the infection information; the description of other things, speech and sign language have no effect.Letters and numbers are also counted as a word, but symbols are not.Experiments have confirmed that other languages ​​are equally infeasible.

Infected content, when co-hosted with normal content, will be infected.Including but not limited to: electronic and printing, handwriting is also acceptable.

Item discovered on, 15/9/10.Weird phrases circulated on the Internet.Attract the attention of the special agent and report to the superior. During the report, it is found that the language used is abnormal.Agent was later amnesticized by C, and returned to normal.Mobile Task Force, "Fifth Collector", is proceeding afterwards, clearing information, searching for infected people, and tracing the source, but there is no useful information.

Memes and cognition, the sense of harm, Dong Zheng first learned about it from SCP, but he didn't expect to encounter it in the pure white world.

Dong Zheng took a deep breath, focused on the spirit, and forcibly cleared the contents of his mind.

At the beginning, Dong Zheng only thought that for those so-called meme-related content, people just imitated subconsciously out of curiosity or other psychology, thus causing the so-called contagion phenomenon.

But he really didn't expect that memes actually existed.

If Murphy exists as a cognitohazardous meme, what is her contagion?

Since he met He Xiufang, he has never written any words or drawn any images. That is to say, Murphy's infection did not rely on the actual carrier?

Is it his voice, his movements, his sight, or something that he doesn't even realize?

After all, he who carries the main body of Murphy must also become one of the infected.

So the two prisoners who met him in the corridor not long ago and looked at him, were they infected?

Dong Zheng didn't know.

He carefully controlled these thoughts to arise in the central area, and actively destroyed them before they spread out, so as not to be noticed by Murphy. Now Dong Zheng only felt that he followed Murphy's call to find her and promised to help her leave. Unlike opening Pandora's box, a disaster that no one can predict is likely to come quietly.

But the clown must know about Murphy's existence.

Since the prison grounds are his own box, he must not be ignorant of how dangerous the things held inside are. Since the clown has not shown up to make amends until now, does it mean that the matter may not be as serious as he imagined?

Dong Zheng could only comfort himself in this way.

The wind in early spring is still chilly, pouring in from the collar, taking away the sweat drops. The morning air is cold and fresh, and it makes people feel nasal cavity pain when inhaled.

Cui Zuojing struggled to move his lead-filled legs, panting so hard that he couldn't speak clearly, "I really...I really can't walk anymore."

"Persist for a while, and it will be over soon." Luo Yan, who was not far in front of him, stopped, turned around and waited for him, seeing that the weight on Cui Zuojing's back was about to slide off, and it weighed heavily on him. On his arm, he helped Cui Zuojing pull the strap.

Nana, who was lightly packed, walked in the front, followed by Victor, who carried twice as much weight as Cui Zuojing, but these weights were nothing to him, a genuine fighting nation.

Only Cui Zuojing was about to die, and the high-intensity training was still too much for his 16-year-old body, so he secretly said to Luo Yin: "Let's rest for a while, just rest for a while, and Fu Zhe won't find out. "

Luo Yan was also quite tired. She estimated the second half of the journey, and hit it off with Cui Zuojing. The two sat down on the bench at the corner. Cui Zuojing took off the backpack containing the lead weights and moved her sore shoulders. , murmuring indistinctly.

After recruiting Nai Nai, the team had just taken shape, and it was time for them to adjust. Fu Zhe ruthlessly arranged a series of training activities tailored for them. The name was to let everyone support and understand each other through common hardships.

Luo Yin's hair is not that long at this time, too long hair will make it inconvenient to move and affect the performance in the box. Between love of beauty and survival, everyone unanimously chose the latter.

Cui Zuojing saw several deep and narrow scars on her left wrist, layer upon layer, directly running through the entire inside of the wrist—these were the marks left by repeated wrist cutting.

Sensing Cui Zuojing's gaze, Luo Yan smiled, lowered her hands, and hid the scars in her sleeves.

"Does it hurt?" Cui Zuojing asked.

Luo Yin shook her head: "I almost forgot what it felt like."

After graduating from high school, Luo Yan was sent directly to study abroad.

Living alone in a foreign country, no one knows when this girl, who was born in a wealthy family and has always been very worry-free, was bitten by the black dog named Depression, including herself.

By the time Luo Yin realized that she might be sick, she was on the verge of collapse.

The first time she committed suicide by cutting her wrist, she was rescued by a classmate who came to play with her.

She was then sent to see a psychiatrist, but as the days went by, the situation didn't get better, but got worse.

Her parents quickly took her home, but Luo Yan cut her wrists for the last time in the bathtub on the third day after returning home.

This time she cut very deeply. Luo Yan knows that the death rate of wrist cutting is actually very low. It is difficult for non-professional people to cut the arteries. The coagulation function of the patient is very good, and the bleeding will gradually stop soon.

But the pain caused by the rupture of sensitive nerves made her feel that she really existed while shaking constantly.

But something happened that day.

Her parents, who were supposed to go home on time, failed to come back in time to find her, and the blood on her wrist could not be stopped, but became more violent.

When Luo Yan realized that something was wrong, she had already lost the strength to stand up due to excessive blood loss. She silently breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, changed a comfortable position and lay down in the bathtub, and quietly greeted death.

But God gave her another chance to live.

"I didn't have much fun at that time, and I'm happier here with everyone." Seeing Cui Zuojing hesitated to speak, Luo Yan smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't do that anymore, everyone is so happy." If I want to live on, why should I not cherish the second life I finally got?"

"It's best to think like this." Cui Zuojing fiddled with the green grass that was desperately sent out from the cracks between the bricks and stones, and said, "Everyone is going to leave here together."

"No matter what kind of situation I encounter in the future, no matter how difficult it is, I will never give up the hope of living."

Luo Ming looked at the backs of Victor and Nana Chiliyu who had gone away, and thought of the lone wolf-like tenacity and stern temperament on her when she first met Nana Chiliyu, and said softly, "I can feel that in our Among all the people, the one with the strongest desire to live should be Nana, and I don't know what happened to her before."

As if aware of something, Nana the fish in the pool turned his head and looked at them from a distance. Victor stopped, exhaling white mist from his mouth, his violet eyes filled with the kindness of an elder, and shouted: " Alright, kids, just persevere, don't be lazy anymore."

Cui Zuojing responded loudly, put on the heavy backpack again, and walked towards the two of them together with Luo Yin.

—Where are you now?

Cui Zuojing opened his eyes, and the machine below was still rumbling non-stop, sending many parts to unknown places. His ultimate goal, an unremarkable young man in gray sportswear, walked around behind the transport belt. After looking left and right to make sure no one else was there, he hid in the container group in the corner.

It was already the third day after entering the venue, and it was also the last day of the knockout round. On this day, all the pilgrims who did not have enough cryptographic functions began to desperately snatch it from others, while those who had a lot of resources Try to hide in every possible way to ensure that you will not be targeted.

Cui Zuojing didn't take it seriously two days ago, until now he only has five ID cards and seven secret letters, and there are at least a hundred people who entered the factory site, and if the top three are selected to get admission tickets, He needs at least twenty confidential letters to be safe.

Based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, Cui Zuojing directly found the fattest fat sheep, intending to ruthlessly bald him.

The figure of the other party disappeared behind the container. Cui Zuojing lowered his figure and walked a few steps on the steel frame, and jumped to the nearest window sill, then lowered to the ground little by little, quietly Approaching the youth's hiding place.

Cui Zuojing had seen this person a day and a half ago. At that time, he was being chased by a man and a woman. After he killed the woman among them by using the ability that could reduce his own sense of existence, the first night came and he overhauled the man. Workers swarmed in and chased them elsewhere.

For the convenience of calling him, Cui Zuojing directly called him "Heizi Zheye", or Heizi for short. Anyway, he has similar abilities to the protagonist of that basketball manga, and the name is so vivid.

Afterwards, under the observation of Cui Zuojing, the young man Heizi also obtained a considerable number of secret letters by relying on his ability.

As the person concerned, Heizi never noticed that there was a pair of eyes watching him secretly on the steel frame at the top of the factory building.

It's time to harvest.

Cui Zuojing climbed onto the container and took out the steel sheet from his pocket. Amidst the rumbling sound of the machine, without warning, he jumped in front of Heizi who was about to take a rest, and punched him with a smile.

"surprise!"

The author has something to say: Take this example, vivid image, how do I feel, something is wrong, I can’t control my hand, input five characters, I think I need to do amnesiac, everyone, welcome to leave a message, and send red envelopes as usual .

It's still five words, who will save me, I can't stand it anymore, woo woo woo woo.