Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs Novels & Stories

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

Jocelyn suddenly said, "Anna, when if JC remembers coming back to you, will you take him back as your boyfriend?" "Hopefully not, Jocy. The condition of total amnesia is as if the brain's memory has restarted like a computer that has been infected with a virus. Jason will start learning everything from scratch again even though there may be times when an amnesia patient's memory returns. I hope he will find a new love, this time my decision has been made. His artistic status is too difficult to put together with my life as an ordinary girl," said Anna. The sound of an announcement from the airport loudspeaker notified that the plane bound for Grenada would depart soon and passengers were ask

Yasu nodded. "He has what is called Dissociative Amnesia. It is a condition in which a person cannot remember important information about their life. It may be limited to specific areas or part of the person's life history or even identity. Most patients forget memories that cause them pain or stress or they forget memories that could endanger their lives. For Aito, you and Aera caused him the most pain and memories about you two made him mentally unstable so his brain blocked them out, enabling him to live a normal happy life. This change can either be temporary or permanent. In Aito's case, I think it could be permanent because it's been five years but he hasn't remembered a thing"

Richard would add, with eyes shining at exactly the right degree to impress journalists when necessary. I never found it strange that none of those memories came with scent, texture, or any physical sensation attached. They were films projected on a wall, not something lived in the body. When I questioned that lack of visceral connection, Harvey was always there with the perfect explanation: “Amnesia is like that, darling. Some things come back, others don’t. What matters is what we’re building now.” “Now” meant Boston. The penthouse. The honeysuckle scent. Chopin. Good girl.

"I'd like to make a living too, but I'm suffering from brain damage and can't remember much. "That's why I'm here, to get some peace and quiet—it's not too late to remember who I am and get a job later on. Moreover, the villagers here are quite charitable, and some of them often drop by to give me food. And since I'm no picky eater, I'd never go hungry." Frank strode up. "How would you repay me if I restore your memories?" "You're kidding." The tramp snorted. "My brain has actually retained knowledge on that front, and I know that amnesia is due to damage to the hippocampus. That means the damage is irreversible, and I could only hope for a miracle."

"Look at the reflection, baby! Remember who you are!" The intellectual twist, however, revealed its final, cruel layer. As I poured my memories into the machine, I felt the "Amnesia Protocol" I had discovered earlier begin to trigger. The lab was designed to be a closed loop. To broadcast the memory into the child, it had to be extracted from the donor.

he continued, “there’s another concern.” I swallowed. “What is it?” He explained it carefully. Rhett had an old hematoma in his brain. It had been there for a while. It was pressing on nerves. The accident caused secondary trauma. The pressure had increased. I listened, my hands clenched. “It affects memory,” he said. The words hit me hard. At that moment, I realized the confusion I noticed before was real. He wasn’t pretending “So his memory loss,” I said slowly, “it wasn’t an act.”

Anna POV He turned the monitor slightly back toward himself. “She has amnesia.” I blinked. “What?” “She has significant memory loss.” My mouth fell open slightly. “Like…” I struggled to find the words. “Total amnesia?” “No.” He shook his head. “It’s not total amnesia.” I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Then what kind?” “It’s more consistent with retrograde amnesia.” I stared at him. He immediately seemed to realize that the medical terminology wasn’t helping.

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with

If he isn't wearing any of that white coat I'd think he's crazy too. He swallowed first before finally deciding to speak up. "Ms. Bianchi, I wanted to explain something about your condition. You suffered a head injury during the crash. There were few injuries on your body too but it'll heal soon so don't worry any of that. But it seems that you've developed what's called selective retrograde amnesia." "What does that mean?" I asked, already feeling my chest tighten again. "It means your brain has blocked out certain memories related to emotional trauma. You may still remember people who have made you feel safe and loved. But anyone tied to a significant past stress, your mind may have erased