Memes - ideas or ideas that are imitated and spread among people in the cultural field. In the process of inheritance from generation to generation, there will be variations in different directions. It is the basic unit of culture, just like a gene. For living organisms, it is vividly called "meme" by scholars.
It contains a wide range of religions, rumors, news, knowledge, ideas, habits, customs, and even slogans, proverbs, expressions, words, jokes can become memes.
Just like before the exam, you saw someone reposting pictures of koi fish. Out of superstition, you believed the above statement that reposted the test score will be 50 points higher than the original, and clicked the repost button, and those people will be seen in your space because of this. Some people who come to the koi picture will also choose to believe it and forward it, thus completing the contagion of the meme "Koi picture brings good luck".
In the SCP Foundation worldview, 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 living beings is carried by memes, which are constantly copied, inherited, and mutated, and spread rapidly, which is difficult to destroy and cannot be recovered.
like a virus.
The more famous, Memetic Contagion Item, The Fifth Meme, item number is, SCP-CN-, 00122. Item is an anomalous meme that cannot be described normally. If you want to describe it, it must be written as, five words into one sentence. It can be infected, and the infected content has the same effect. Humans who see it become infected, describe the situation, become infected information; describe other things, speak and sign language, without any influence. Letters and numbers are also counted as words, but symbols are not. Experiments have confirmed that other languages are also infeasible.
Infected content, and normal content, will be infected when they are in the same vector. Including but not limited to: electronic and printing, handwriting is also acceptable.
Item found on, 15/9/10. Weird phrases are circulating on the Internet. Caught the agent's attention and reported it to the superior. During the report, it was found that the language was abnormal. The agent was later amnesticized by, C, and has returned to normal. Mobile Task Force, "Fifth Collector", is in progress after that, clearing information, searching for infected people, and tracing the source, no useful information.
Meme and cognition, the feeling of harm, Dong Zheng first learned about it from SCP, but did not expect to actually encounter it in the pure white world.
Dong Zheng took a deep breath, focused on his mind, and forcibly cleared the contents of his mind.
At the beginning, Dong Zheng only believed that for those so-called meme-related content, people just imitated subconsciously out of curiosity or other psychology, resulting in the so-called contagion phenomenon.
But he really didn't expect that there would actually be memes.
If Murphy exists as a cognitohazardous meme, what is her route of transmission
Since he met He Xiufang, he has never written or painted any images. That is to say, Murphy's infection did not rely on the actual carrier
Was it his voice, his movements, his vision, or something he wasn't even aware of
After all, he who carries Murphy's main body must also become one of the infected.
So were the two prisoners who met him in the corridor not long ago and looked at each other with him, were they infected
Dong Zheng didn't know.
He carefully controlled these thoughts to occur in the central area, and actively destroyed them before they dissipated, so as not to be noticed by Murphy. Now Dong Zheng only felt that he listened to Murphy's call to go to her and promised to help her leave. Different from opening Pandora's box, a disaster that no one can predict is likely to come quietly.
But the Joker must know about Murphy's existence.
Since the prison grounds are a box he owns, he certainly does not know how dangerous the things in it are, and since the clown has not shown up to make up for it until now, it means that things may not be as serious as he imagined
Dong Zheng could only comfort himself like this.
The wind in early spring also carried a chilly air, pouring in from the collar, taking away the sweat continuously.
Cui Zuojing laboriously moved his lead-filled legs, panting so hard that his voice was not clear, "I really... I really can't walk anymore."
"Just stick with it for a while, and it will end soon." Luo Wan, 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 down, and it was heavy on the back. On his arm, he helped bring the back to Cui Zuojing and pull it well.
Nana Chili, who was lightly loaded, walked at the forefront, followed by Victor, who was twice as heavy as Cui Zuojing, but these weights were nothing to him, a fighting nation like him.
Only Cui Zuojing was about to die. Compared to his sixteen-year-old body, the high-intensity training was still a bit overwhelming, so he secretly said to Luo Xuan, "Let's rest for a while, just rest for a while, and Fu Zhe won't find out. ."
Luo Wan was also very 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 with the lead and moved her sore shoulders. , muttered indistinctly.
After recruiting Nana, the team had just formed, and it was just when they needed to run in. Fu Zhe ruthlessly arranged a series of training activities tailored for them.
Luo Lan's hair was not that long at this time, too long hair would be inconvenient to move and affect the performance in the box. Between beauty and survival, everyone chose the latter.
Cui Zuojing saw that there were several deep and narrow scars on her left wrist, layer upon layer, directly penetrating the entire inner side of the wrist—this was the mark left by repeated wrist cuts.
Aware of Cui Zuojing's gaze, Luo Xuan smiled, lowered her hand, and covered the scars in her sleeves.
"Does it hurt?" Cui Zuojing asked.
Luo Xun shook her head: "I almost forgot what it felt like."
After graduating from high school, Luo Wan was sent directly to study abroad.
Living alone in a foreign country, no one knows when this girl, who was born into a wealthy family and has always been worry-free, was bitten by that black dog named Depression, including herself.
By the time Luo Wan realized that she might be sick, she was on the verge of collapse.
The first time she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, she was rescued by a classmate who came to play with her.
After that, she was sent to see a psychiatrist, but day by day, the situation did not improve, but worsened.
Her parents took her home quickly, but Luo Lan cut her wrist for the last time in the bathtub on the third day after returning home.
This time, she cut extremely deeply. Luo Wan knew that the death rate of wrist cutting was actually very low. It is difficult for non-professionals to cut the arteries. The so-called massive bleeding is only because of the veins and capillaries. The blood clotting function 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 unexpected happened that day.
The parents who were supposed to go home on time didn't come back in time to find her, and the blood on her wrist couldn't stop, instead it became more violent.
When Luo Lian realized that something was wrong, she had lost the strength to stand up because of too much blood loss. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and changed to a comfortable position to lie in the bathtub and quietly greeted death.
But God gave her a chance to live again.
"I didn't have much fun at that time, I'm still happier with everyone here." Seeing Cui Zuojing hesitating to say anything, Luo Huan said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't be like that anymore, everyone is like that. If I want to live, why don't I cherish the second life I finally got?"
"It's best if you can think of it this way." Cui Zuojing fiddled with the green grass that was desperately sent from the cracks of the bricks and stones, and said, "Everyone has to leave here together."
"No matter what kind of situation I encounter in the future, no matter how difficult or difficult it is, I will never give up hope of living again."
Luo Lan looked at the backs of Victor and Nana Chili, who had walked away, thinking of the tenacious and stubborn temperament of a lone wolf when she first met Nana Chili, she said softly, "I can feel that in our Of all the people, the one with the strongest idea of surviving should be Nana, and I don't know what happened to her before."
As if aware of something, Nana Chili turned her head and glanced at them from a distance, Victor stopped, exhaled white mist, violet eyes filled with kindness belonging to the elders, shouted: " Okay, kids, just hold on, don't be lazy anymore."
Cui Zuojing responded with a high voice, put on the heavy backpack again, and walked towards the two of them together with Luo Xun.
- where are you now
Cui Zuojing opened his eyes, and the machine below was still rumbling continuously, sending many parts to unknown places. His ultimate goal, an inconspicuous young man in gray sportswear, was walking around behind the transport belt. , looked left and right to make sure there was no one else, and hid in the container group in the corner.
It was already the third day after entering the venue, and the last day of the knockout round. On this day, all pilgrims who had insufficient secret functions in their hands began to desperately snatch them from others, while those with many resources were Find ways to hide and make sure you don't get caught.
Cui Zuojing didn't take it seriously for the first two days. Until now, he only had five ID cards and seven secret letters in his hand, and there were at least a hundred people who entered the factory grounds. He needs at least twenty secret letters to be safe.
In line with the principle that more things are worse than less things, Cui Zuojing directly found the fattest sheep and planned to ruthlessly make him bald.
After the figure of the other party disappeared in the container, Cui Zuojing lowered his body and walked a few steps on the steel frame with his waist down. He jumped to the nearest window sill, and then dropped to the ground, silently. Approaching the hiding places of youth.
A day and a half ago, Cui Zuojing had seen this man. At that time, he was being chased by a man and a woman. After he killed the woman with the ability to reduce his sense of existence, the first night came to repair the man. Workers poured in, chasing them and fleeing elsewhere.
For convenience, Cui Zuojing directly called him "Heizi Zhe Ye", or Heizi for short. Anyway, he has similar abilities to the protagonist of that basketball manga, so vividly called.
Afterwards, after Cui Zuojing's observation, the youth - Heizi also obtained a considerable number of secret letters relying on his ability.
As a party, Kuroko never noticed that there was a pair of eyes watching him secretly on the steel frame at the top of the factory building.
Time to harvest.
Cui Zuojing climbed onto the container, took out the steel sheet from his pocket, and without warning, jumped in front of Heizi who was about to rest amid the rumbling sound of the machine, and gave him a punch with a smile.
"surprise!"
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