Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs Novels & Stories

Cole Sullivan's intermittent amnesia has lasted for three years. Every so often, he'll forget me and fall hopelessly in love with my younger sister, Roselle White. The night before our wedding, he loses his memory again. I sit right beside his hospital bed, yet his eyes pass over me as if I weren't there and land once again on Roselle. Mom and Dad have long since gotten used to smoothing things over. "Rach, you know about Cole's condition. Don't take it personally." I make an excuse to leave. Halfway down the hall, I realize I've forgotten my phone. I've just reached the door when I hear my family laughing and talking inside the room. "So, Cole, how do you plan to tell Rachel about your

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting sharp, clinical shadows across the subterranean war room. I stood rooted to the concrete floor, staring at the bloody red cross painted over my own photograph. "THE MOLE IS IN THIS HOUSE." My mind was a blank slate, yet my past self had managed to turn my own missing memories into the ultimate vault. I had locked the traitor's identity in the one place no one could torture it out of me—behind an impenetrable wall of synthetic amnesia.

Xerxes couldn’t accept this one bit. Then, they heard someone else say, “Grand Preceptor, the Pool of Forgotten Love seems unclean now. During the process, it might also wash away normal memories or even cause amnesia. The person wouldn’t even remember who they are.” The Grand Preceptor answered, “That’s fine. Amnesia would be the best anyway.” He paused and said, “There’s a servant that followed, right? Bath him too.” Alex shuddered. ‘I’m the so-called servant!’

Instead, they exchanged wicked grins, watching me as if I were the victim of a pathetic prank. I silently clenched my fists. Chloe wiped the wine from her lips and sat up straight. “Does this make you uncomfortable, Serena? Oh, that’s right. You have amnesia. You must have forgotten that we always play like this at parties.” “There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I replied, flashing Chloe a bright smile. This she-wolf—my supposed best friend—was now proudly wrapping her arms around Toby’s neck to mark her territory, entirely under the impression that my mind was blank.

Timothy stared, without giving an answer. "You said you were going to give an answer as to why she doesn't remember who the fuck I am, but she remembers that piece of shit. That trash bag." Timothy sighed, walking back to his seat with a warm cup of coffee. "It's a condition that is associated with people who have a brain tumor and have had surgery for the tumor. The memories are originally stored in the Cerebral Cortex. Their brain, knowing it could lose its memories, protects the most important memories moving them from the Cerebral Cortex to the Amygdala, which stores the emotional aspect of the memories. And we can say this is the category your memories with her fall into. Unfortunately,

Even though all kinds of medical equipment are prepared here, a person's amnesia cannot be detected by these machines. But Lewis acted as if he really couldn't remember anything, and in the end, the doctor concluded to Amelia, "It may be that the patient injured his brain. There were no symptoms at first, but as time went by, the blood clot in the brain grew larger, compressing the nerves, causing memory confusion or loss. This is normal. Once the blood clot disperses, maybe you will remember." Amelia was particularly excited: "Really can't remember? That's great." The doctor said, "It seems so for now."

I couldn't tell if it was out of fright or annoyance. Trevor. My beta. Dead. The piece of information hit me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath. Why can't I remember? “What's going on?” I yelled at Pauline, my chest contracting tightly in panic. Forcing me to take deep breaths, Pauline asked me a couple of random questions. And I couldn't remember most of it. But her demeanour changed when I replied her question about the year and month. Pauline stood back, her eyes darted back and forth between me and Alexis. "I think you might have temporary amnesia," she stated, her tone bland, giving nothing away. "It’s not uncommon after the type of accident you were in."

"Penny can't bear to be apart from me and didn't want to stay in the hospital, so she brought me home to recover." The two of them gazed at each other tenderly. It wasn't until I was nearly sick to my stomach that Amelia finally asked, "Where did you go?" I held up the photo and smiled brightly. "I went and had a memorial portrait printed for Amy." They looked at the photo in my hand, and their expressions changed. Amelia reacted the most, her expression turning dark. "Matthew Robinson! What are you doing? First, you brought in a doctor and a priest, and now you're printing a memorial portrait."

Adrian’s POV The doctor adjusted his glasses as he examined Amber once more. A small flashlight moved across her eyes before he finally stepped back. “Her vitals are stable.” I sighed out in relief as I strode towards her side. “But…” I stopped in my tracks and turned towards him “The headache she experienced wasn’t unusual.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “What do you mean?” He closed his notebook.“When patients with selective retrograde amnesia encounter something emotionally familiar, their brains sometimes try to reconnect those memories.”

"I don't remember anything. Just waking up here. Nothing before that." Dr. Chen had confirmed it. Complete retrograde amnesia. The memory centers were intact, physically, but the memories themselves were gone. Erased. The price the magic had demanded. "Maybe they'll come back," Anya said. Hoping. Desperate. "Sometimes memory loss is temporary. Sometimes..." "Sometimes it's permanent," Dr. Chen finished gently. "I'm sorry, Anya. But based on what I'm seeing...the way the implants were connected, the trauma from their removal...there's a strong possibility her memories are gone for good."