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Hold on. This place — if it is a place — is devoid of, well. Things. There's nothing here. Something has gone 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. The Foundation employed me in late 2010 as a memeticist. I hold a cognitive resistance value in the 99th percentile.

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 key Foundation variables. It neutralized anomalies and the articles we compiled to explain them. It supported the Veil, but we were fools to believe we could play with the universe like that. It isn't 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.

I don't recall exactly what happened, and I figure my memetic retainment is still not high enough to let me completely understand. But 3309 started erasing things. Systematically. It erased personnel, then entire task forces. Sites. The places between them. Sections of the damn Foundation — all gone. The fundamental permeating concepts that allow us to create 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. Everything was different after that night. When I was alone.

But now I am alone. In here.

Here? This is hell.

No — That isn't what happened. I made it up. I must've. But–

Am I one of the erased personnel?

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