Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amanda was told by the doctor to just wait outside. "How is my husband's condition doc?" Amanda asked while squeezing the hem of her shirt, she was nervous and worried about Felix. “It's a miracle, at first I gave up on Pak Felix's condition because his internal organs were full of stab wounds. But now Mr. Felix is ​​getting better, there's just one thing I need to say, Mr. Felix has memory loss or the medical term is amnesia. " Amanda was shocked by the doctor's statement, she did not expect Felix to have amnesia.

Juma started and Stephany’s heart sank when he heard what he was saying. She had totally forgotten that there were cameras installed in every department back at the company. It was useless to hide from him, especially her actions when she used excuses to send her assistant Jeffa to take care of his needs! Stephany shook her head with a dry laugh. But, she couldn’t help noticing the fact that he wasn’t reminded of someone he might have known that used to love drawing designs. She had read earlier that amnesiac patients might recall some flash of memories when they see familiar scenes.

Summer’s Point of View “Well, this is quite a unique situation. It is highly unlikely for this kind of case to occur among one hundred individuals. However, let me provide you with a brief explanation. Anterograde amnesia refers to a form of memory loss wherein the affected person is unable to create new memories. In the most severe instances, this condition results in a permanent inability to learn or retain any new information.” Sitting, I asked, “What do you mean by that?”

It seemed his suspicions were not unfounded. Dr. Sandman went on, "It was a poison called Amni Poison. While it's not lethal, it disrupts the memory nerves of the victim, causing them to forget the people and events they care about the most. Moreover, if the victim forcefully tries to recall those forgotten memories, it leads to intense heartache. It's like a barrier in their memory; breaking through it only causes unbearable pain."

I asked. "It wouldn't hurt to try at the very least because judging from how you talk about the poor guy's parents, I doubt he's in a good place right now. If they're as horrible as we think they are then I doubt he'll be getting his memory anytime soon and there's also the case of a familiar face. A patient with amnesia sometimes needs to see the face of a person he's most familiar with so that person could help trigger his memory to a certain extent. If he remains in an unfamiliar space, it'd be ten times harder," he informed me and I nodded my head in understanding.

Muling usisa ko. "May retrograde amnesia ka raw. Ito'y isang uri na amnesia, kung saan ay hindi mo talaga maaalala ang mga old memories mo. Maging ang iyong sarili at ang mga taong nakapaligid sa'yo ay malaki ang posibilidad na hindi mo maalala." Patuloy niyang paliwanag, dahilan upang mas lalo akong maguluhan. "May pag-asa pa raw ba'ng makaalala ako?"

“Yeah. I went over as soon as I heard from Karl that he had already woken up. Fortunately, he’s okay, and he’s holding up pretty well. However, there is one strange thing that happened…” “Come on. Tell it quicker, Maia. I’m dying over here,” Camille said with an exasperated voice. I scratched the back of my head. “He’s got Amnesia. Temporary Amnesia, to be precise.” “What? Are you pranking me or something?” I shook my head although she couldn't see me. “No! I wish I was, but that isn’t the case.” We both didn’t say anything for a while, and only Camille’s breaths were heard over the phone. “It really doesn’t sound like you’re joking.”

The more she thought about it, the more confused Amada became. "Amada, don't forget you're losing your mind." Nathan chooses the right time to remind. Amada's face lit up at the fact that Nathan had affirmed. She moved her lips to argue back but then fell silent because Nathan had successfully reassured Amada, by emphasizing something very obvious. Amada has amnesia. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true. A complicated truth at this point. Amada couldn't look into the ash-gray eyes that were watching her closely. So I had to look the other way. Amada needs to calm down to consider more of the story, which she says is downright absurd.

Then— Memory returned. Not fragmented. Not incomplete. Perfect. A hospital room. Three babies. Not two. Not four. Three. A woman crying. Emma. Mercer standing nearby. Doctors panicking. Machines failing. And one infant— Silent. Watching. The memory shifted. The baby opened her eyes. And every monitor in the room malfunctioned. Lights burst. Computers crashed. Glass cracked. The nurses screamed. Mercer stared. Fascinated. Terrified. Then Emma heard his voice from the memory.

“Go get some rest. I’ll speak with the doctor." I grabbed his hand. “Miles… I don’t want surgery.” He smiled gently. “Be good. Go back to your room.” I reluctantly left the doctor’s office. As I walked away, I heard Damon’s voice behind the door. “Her brain activity is unusual. Technically, there shouldn’t be any issues, but for some reason, this region responsible for memory and cognition shows changes. "That shadow—we can’t tell if it’s a clot or just neural inactivity from the amnesia…”