Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs Novels & Stories

Ama stumbled back. “No…” Arthur whispered in horror. “That’s not possible… they shouldn’t have neural access…” The man in black replied simply. “They always did.” Ama watched in disbelief as moments from her childhood appeared in midair. But they were wrong. Not in content. In perspective. As if viewed through a different mind. A different interpretation of her existence. Gabriel looked up sharply. “This is memory reconstruction.” Adrian nodded. “Yes.” A pause. “And stabilization requires consistency.” Ama turned toward him.

“I don't remember. I don't remember us ever being married. Didn't I only know you from our one-night stand? Why is there a child?" "Doctor, what is happening? Does Morgan have amnesia?" Alice asked. "I will conduct another examination on the Patient." The doctor immediately left at that point. The doctors soon explained his condition after the examination. Morgan's dual head trauma had caused retrograde amnesia—severe memory loss. His brain had erased most of his memories from the past few years. Alice was baffled. Morgan remembered Alice, but his memory of her stopped at the most painful point—he only remembered their one-night stand.

He kissed me on the cheek and left. "Are you really okay? Why did you cry? That jerk did something right?" Peggy is still mad so I sighed deeply and took the courage to talk. "Can you three hear me out?" The three exchanged glances and nodded. "You know, before I entered high school, I had an accident. They said I was in a coma for 6 months. When I woke up, I can't remember what happened. My parents and my siblings didn't want to talk about it either. I can remember some of my memories before the accident but not all of them. I also forgot some of the people I have interacted with before. They said it's selective amnesia. The doctors said it was me who locked those memories. I tried so hard

"Louis is suffering from amnesia. He had a concussion and when he woke up, that's the complication that came with it. For the past six years and a few months, Louis cannot remember those he knew within that period nor the actions and business he is involved in. His famous robotic machine manufacturing and business, Louis doesn't remember a thing about it. Only People and events before that time, did he remember. He doesn't know me. He said he'd never met me and the same thing goes for the kids that he loves so much. His mind is black out and his memory is in a confused darkness…" Pamela explained.

The doctor requested. I wasted no time following him out. “So?” I asked the moment we got out. “The patient's test results are back. Unfortunately, the patient has developed amnesia. Her brain seems to be blocking out overwhelming memories. It's protecting itself from emotional overload….” “What?” “It's a form of psychological protection from the brain… Your wife isn't ready to recall whatever landed her here.” the doctor kept going.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Elisa suddenly shouted, "Leno, you're finally awake!" He lay in Elisa's arms, confused as he looked at the people around him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Who are you?" When he turned his head and saw me, his gaze lit up instantly. "Flora Hall!" Leno was then taken back to the hospital for further examination. "The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Leno's brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago," a healer said.

She fixed her depthless eyes on me and bit out, "You faked your memory loss, didn't you, Damian?" I held her stare and suddenly chuckled. It was a dry, bitter sound. Dad winced, but Calvin still stood tall and straight as if he were in the right. Anna pieced things together after looking at the grown-ups' reactions. She then yelled at me ferociously, "I don't want you as my dad! You're not my dad! You should never have remembered anything and leave our house forever!" "Be quiet, Anna!" Yvonne finally barked at the child. She noted my grim expression and tried to take my hand, but I avoided her. "Damian, Anna's only a kid. She didn't mean what she said. Don't take it personally."

A heavy silence settled over the car. Then Paula cleared her throat, pulling us back to the present. "Well, that's why I said she's…" She paused, clearly about to say crazy again. I could practically see the word forming on her lips, but she stopped herself and searched for something more precise. "She's suffering from dissociative amnesia. Her brain is filling in memory gaps with things that feel logical to her, even if they aren't real." "Like what?" I asked. Paula hesitated, as if debating whether she should keep going. Then she sighed and said it anyway.

“So? What happened?” “Nothing a little magic can’t do. Manipulated those machines to show that I have mild brain damage which causes amnesia.” He said nonchalantly, stretching out on the sofa. “They are now convinced that I am Montgomery with retrograde amnesia. Besides, your father-in-law is happy with a few things I did.” “Tell me.” She was genuinely curious with it all.

“I thought you were gone… forever. I asked the doctor about you—he said he had no idea who you are or where you were. Tell me I’m not dreaming.” Zayne finally blinked out of the shock that had left him speechless. “Is this your definition of a joke?” he asked coldly, casting a glare at the doctor. Eugene swallowed hard, stepping back slightly. “I was trying to tell you, my lord,” he said carefully. “She has… a special case of amnesia. Retrograde, with emotional fixation. Her mind—she’s confusing reality, attaching her memories of this particular person to you. She—” “Enough,” Zayne cut in.