SCP-3309 / Discussion

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Hold on. This entire place, if it is a place, is devoid of, well. Stuff. Things. There's nothing here. Something has gone horribly wrong.

Let me go back.

My name is Adamo Smalls. I was born on August 21st, 1988 to Katherine and Charles Smalls in Portland, Oregon. I studied at the University of Oregon and have an MA in Information Science. I started working for the Foundation in late 2010 as a memeticist and hold a cognitive resistance value in the 99th percentile.

Uh. I was on a long-term assignment at Site-82 to research SCP-3309 and– That's it? No. 3309 is a strong memetic construct associated with a few internal Foundation parameters. It neutralized anomalies and the articles we wrote in an attempt to explain them. It kept up the Veil, but we were so stupid to think we could play with the universe like that. It's not our right.

But surely the universe plays with us every day? No, why separate us from the world around us? We are that world. And we played ourselves.

Okay. I don't exactly recall what happened, as my memetic retainment is still not high enough to let me truly comprehend this construct. But 3309 started erasing things. Systemically. It erased personnel, then entire task forces. Sites. Places around sites. Sections of the damn Foundation. All gone. The conceptual constructs that permeate to even allow us to make things like the Foundation. The concept of an organization? Wiped. Didn't exist. This continued until there was nothing, and I felt myself go away along with it all. Everything was different, after that night. When I was alone. But now I'm truly alone. In here.

Here? This is hell.

Or — or maybe that's not what happened. Maybe I made it up. I must've. No–

Am I one of the erased personnel?

If — If I'm forgotten like them, then what does that mean? What does any of this mean? Oh God, I don't want to be forgotten.