Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs Novels & Stories

“Fine! we’ll do this.” “If you are saying you can remember everything, it can really be called Dissociative Amnesia. That was really temporary. This type of amnesia doesn’t result from neurological damage to the brain. It is caused by psychological aspects,” the doctor said bluntly after getting serious. He has held my records in the hospital for the past fifteen years.

They didn't ask Hikari anything since they need to focus on practice. Because Hikari chooses to not going down. He sits somewhere there and checks his phone for some news. He checked social media then he saw a story about a machine that can be controlled with just human thoughts. That machine reminds him of the machine that he used to enter the quantum memory. But maybe that thing is just being used to play games. the machine is still in progress. since it appeared that it just will being used to it, so there will be no other effects. so he just continues searching for the other news. Suddenly Aimi sent him a message.

“Stop thinking about it. Give yourself more time. You will restore your memories, eventually. Don’t stress yourself. And I hope you will also remember my place in your heart before.” I fell silent for a while. A sense of guilt also welled up inside me. I may not remember him, but the thrill I felt every time I saw him, my fondness and admiration for him, and that I made him my sexual fantasy, spoke of the truth that he had occupied a space in my heart. “But why do I still remember everything that happened before I went to Japan?” I said, disentangling from his embrace so that I could see his face. “It’s called partial amnesia. Our human brain refuses to remember everything that is extremely

Hale's report. I attempt to maintain a professional detachment in the face of unpleasant information; however, the emotional pain lingers. I've grown accustomed to being the center of Aiden's attention. He's pursued me with utmost dedication, so I'm the last person he should have forgotten. If anyone's memories should have been shielded, it should have been his stepmother or stepbrother, who are effectively adversaries to him. Dr. Hale mentioned that stronger feelings are more susceptible to disruption in retrograde amnesia. It's unpredictable, potentially affecting memories associated with intense emotions, whether pain, love, or regret.

“Well, the accident caused internal bleeding in a part of the brain that is called the hippocampus. When Alpha David brought you here, we put you straight into surgery and fixed the injury. However, the MRI showed that there is still fluid in that area. It will take a while for this fluid to be absorbed. I’m certain that this causes you memory loss, which in medical terms is called amnesia. By the signs, I estimate that it will take a few years for your memory to come back. It’s not permanent, but it will take some time to be yourself again.” Aria was looking at him, concentrating on each word he was saying. “The brain part injured, ‘the hippocampus’ is responsible for saving new and recalli

I turned to look at her. “Why do you say that?” I asked cautiously. “Because it means the damage to your brain didn’t affect your entire memory,” Claris explained, and I frowned, not understanding. “As the doctor explained to you earlier, you need to come in for further checkups so we can understand the type of amnesia you have. But, from what I understand, you have functional retrograde global amnesia. That is, you don’t remember anything before the traumatic event that caused your memory loss, but you’re functional and understand concepts and your surroundings. We need to run more tests, and you need further evaluations with a specialized neurologist as well as a psychiatrist.”

"Honey, am I not the vice president? Don't I even have this much authority?" Anthony, who had always indulged her, shot her a warning look this time, signaling her not to make trouble. Then he softened his expression and transferred five thousand dollars to me, promising, "Don't worry. The company won't let its contributors feel wronged. Even though you're leaving, what belongs to you will be returned eventually... with time. "As for your severance compensation, I'll give you an answer in seven days. Go home and rest first." He thought I still didn't know his amnesia was an act. He assumed that after seven days, he could use his 'illness' as an excuse, apologize to me, and everything would r

he said, “tell them you were looking for something to drink. Or better—tell them you got lost. Blind girls make great excuses.” “Where’s the rest of it?” “Burned, as I said. But what’s left is worse. The rest was just a theory. This—this is a living proof. Memory suppression, retention loop injections, clinical-level amnesia cocktails. You know what that means?” I nodded, even though I didn’t. My stomach understood, even if my brain hadn’t caught up. A cold, slick understanding that for some nasty reason my poor mother had been turned into a locked door—and someone had swallowed the key.

I made sure he forgot about you Dora , everything connected to you and including those bastard's . "well it's not like that am the witch here but it seems it's what God what ,well when he woke up the doctor said he had amnesia and guess what when asked, he could remember everything but you know what he doesn't even remember a thing about you and he forgot all about you and you know what the doctor said ,they said if he tries remembering you he's going to go insane and finally die .

I don't know what expression I have on my face, but I know it's scaring her. "Retro what?" I scoff. "Retrograde amnesia… clearly caused by his injury, this type of amnesia can be temporary or permanent and can possibly wipe out the part of memory that's the most stressful to them. It's common and nothing to worry abou- "Nothing to worry about?" I yell, "You've been saying that ever since we got here. But now he's facing a Metro amnesia or whatever you just fuckin called it. Stop saying it's nothing to worry about when it's literally the only thing to worry about." I scoff.