Just look!
The screen on the glowing light curtain flickered to life, revealing a shadowy yet familiar scene—the top-secret conference room of the SCP Foundation's Overseer Council.
Four council mbers were seated at the long, obsidian table. Their nurical designations—One, Two, Ten, and Thirteen—were all that distinguished them. Each of their forms remained hidden in darkness, their identities completely obscured.
Standing beneath a large projector was a lone figure—Jas.
He was composed, calm, and unshaken, despite standing before the most powerful decision-makers in the entire Foundation. From the outside, it looked like he was giving a report, though the weight behind it felt far more personal—urgent.
The audience in the live broadcast room watching all this unfold collectively blinked in confusion.
Wasn't Jas, the forr head of the Antitics Division, supposed to have been missing or forgotten?
Then what was happening here?
And then, Jas spoke—his very first sentence shook the entire Marvel world to its core.
"I was able to rember so things by injecting a Class X mory strengthener," he said.
There was a brief pause. Jas's gaze lowered, searching for the right words.
"Rather than a recollection," he finally said, "it's more accurate to say that I deduced a complete story—constructed it from scattered pieces of data that I found."
One of the shadowy figures nodded slowly.
"About Marion Wheeler, and the Antitics Division that may have existed?"
A doubtful voice interjected, this ti from Councilor Two:
"As far as we are aware, the Foundation has never had an Antitics Division. And Marion Wheeler... she's just a na in archived records. No one rembers her."
"Exactly!" Jas replied, his voice steady and deliberate. "That's the problem. My task isn't to act as your technical consultant. It's to uncover the truth."
Councilor Two opened his mouth to speak again, but was silenced with a gesture from Councilor One.
"Jas," One said. "Please continue."
Without another word, Jas placed a small VHS tape into the projector's slot.
[Video File: Recorded on December 8, 2016]
The light dimd slightly as the screen changed.
Now shown was a quiet, still lake. Mist clung gently to the surface of the water. A small wooden boat floated near the center of the lake, and inside it lay a frail, elderly man curled into a fetal position. He was so emaciated that he looked barely the size of a ten-year-old child.
The wind played with the last strands of his silver-white hair. The sunlight ward his sunken cheeks. Despite the tranquility of the scene, a feeling of deep lancholy hung in the air.
Then, another figure appeared.
A middle-aged woman walked up to the boat's edge. Her features were striking only in their ordinariness—plain clothes, short brown hair, and a plastic dical kit clutched in one hand.
Marion Wheeler.
The mont she stepped into the fra, the Overseers stirred uncomfortably. They did not recognize her. Yet... so part of them did. Deep within, so buried reflex flinched.
Councilor Ten whispered, "I… don't know her… but I feel like I should."
Councilor Two nodded slowly, brow furrowed.
The broadcast continued.
"El, you can get up now," Wheeler said softly.
She rolled up her sleeves, placed the kit down, and retrieved a syringe.
The old man in the boat slowly blinked awake, confusion etched across his face. He stared at the syringe.
"Class X mory strengthener?" Councilor Two muttered aloud, recognizing it.
As if in response, a new system overlay appeared on the projector.
[System Notice]
Class X mory Strengthening Agent
Originally developed as an anti-aging serum, it rejuvenates the body and mind up to a [DATA EXPUNGED] year threshold.
However, the effect is temporary and fades within hours.
Side effects include a sudden return of all suppressed ti, leading to extre physiological damage known as "reverse slam."
Safe use is limited to rejuvenation periods under 30 days. Exceeding 16–18 months of rollback is invariably fatal.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Director Nick Fury slamd a fist against the table.
"Dammit! If the serum's that unstable... Jas could be in danger!"
On screen, Jas indeed appeared paler, slightly trembling. The serum was clearly taking a toll on his body.
But the mory it recovered—that was invaluable.
Back in the footage, the old man's gaze focused on Wheeler. His foggy expression cleared.
"Wheeler..." he said, recognition flooding in.
Wheeler knelt beside him, her voice gentle.
"El, you died. Surrounded by family. They cried, they mourned, and now your funeral is being prepared. But you're already gone. This mont, right now... is sothing else entirely."
She paused before continuing.
"When you retired from the Foundation, we did what we do with every retiree. We helped you forget. You agreed to it. We all did. The dicine took everything away—the horrors, the burdens, the secrets."
She straightened his rumpled sleeves and added softly:
"When you walked away, you believed you were a retired FBI agent. And you lived like that for years. It was what you wanted... what we all wanted for you."
The viewers began to realize the gravity of her words.
This frail old man wasn't just any retiree—he had been soone of profound importance within the Foundation.
"But you," Wheeler continued, "you agreed to sothing more. You agreed to rember when the ti ca. I've just administered a serum that reverses cellular aging. That includes the brain, El. You'll start rembering. Everything. Do you?"
The old man blinked, breathing heavily, and nodded.
"Yes..." he said faintly. "I rember..."
Wheeler smiled. "And do you rember who you are?"
There was a mont's silence.
Then he spoke with conviction.
"Dr. Lyn Patrick Marness, Foundation employee. Founder of the Antitics Division."
Those words hit like a bomb.
The live chat exploded. Gasps filled the conference room. Even the shadowed Overseers flinched in disbelief.
"Founder?" Councilor Two turned sharply to Ten. "Do you rember anyone by that na? Or this woman?"
Ten shook his head, visibly disturbed.
They couldn't recall either.
Yet the truth rang clear. This was no lie.
Back in S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples.
The deeper they went into this rabbit hole, the more twisted it beca. Every "forgotten" na brought forth more questions, not fewer.
Jas, still standing in front of the projector, let the silence linger.
Then he said:
"This is the reality we live in now. One where the truth has been deliberately erased, buried by systems designed to make it vanish from not just files—but from mory itself."
"That's why I had to risk everything. Because even if everyone forgets, soone has to rember."
His eyes scanned the Overseers.
"I rember Marion Wheeler. I rember Lyn Patrick Marness. I rember the Antitics Division. And I rember what they tried to stop."
The cara zood in on his face.
Weak. Pale. But burning with conviction.
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