Brain Swap Novels & Stories

Ana said. Paulo and Kate also arrived there and Paulo was the one to ask. “And how was the session, Mia? Do you know why he suddenly has no memory?” “I'm afraid I do.” Mia answered. “His mental state has been damaged severely. I could tell that he had been seriously brainwashed and also was forced to consume drugs that attacked and made his brain vulnerable. And after all of these attacks on his mental health, his hippocampus shut down.” “Hippo what?! I don't understand,” Ana said and Kate asked Mia to explain better.

But try as she would, she just simply could not bring herself to remember exactly the moment where the dagger had changed possession from whoever had given it to her, to her. She struggles so hard to remember, that she sometimes develops a migraine that lasts for days. Her brain just seems unable to process and present the memory to her. She gets abrupt flashbacks and dreams though, all of which make no sense alone or even pieced together because they seem to be mismatched pieces of dreams.

The last thing I remember before it goes completely black was that new voice saying, “It’s his human brain, it can’t process what is going on.”

"Strictly speaking… No. I just felt that you were too tense and mentally exhausted, so I wanted you to have a good rest and enter a state of deep sleep. Because you slept so soundly, you saw something, right?" "Yes… I saw something that happened in the past, but why couldn't I see it clearly? Didn't I experience that?" "Ms. Jordan, do you mind telling me your medical history? Have you ever had a serious illness, or have you been injured in an accident before?" "Yes. I was a naughty kid, and I'd almost lost my life once when I was playing outside. I had a brain injury." Bruce was quiet for a moment. "Ms. Jordan, the human brain is a very complex system. When it feels pain, it will activate a

I asked and shrugged. “No ma’am, that’s not the case. Actually, Chiara has a sickness.” Greta spilled. My eyes narrowed and darted at Chiara and then back at Greta. “ What sickness are you talking about? She obviously does not have a stroke so what is it?” I asked very eager and anxious to hear what she had to say. My eyes were itching. “No, she does not have a stroke. Chiara here has a neurological disorder which is called Hemispatial Neglect Syndrome.” She said while said while rubbing Chiara hair. Chiara clung tightly to her mother .

“Yes Ma’am, it occurs after a traumatic brain injury, it’s a case where a patient creates false memories; new ones, to replace an existing memory they want to forget” “And you say my son has this?” “Yes, he does” The doctor showed her son's brain report from three years ago and the one they took today. “He took a hit in his prefrontal cortex, although the swelling is no more, the effect still remains.” “So, my son has lost his memories?” “Not exactly, he still remembers you, there are cases where they don’t forget, but instead add new information to their already existing life, or they may choose to forget some things and replace them with something they desire”

We both did what Mom ordered, and the second we did, I felt as if someone had dragged me out and smacked me, much as when I jumped into a pool. I open my eyes and see a gold wolf in front of me. 'This cannot be happening, cousin.' I heard Marvel link me; how the fuck did we get SWITCHED?

Evangeline, however, had a more clinical term: Acute Magic Shock (AMS). "It’s not just psychological trauma," Evangeline explained to the LNI medical staff, a handpicked group of "Awakened" doctors and Aether-sensitive researchers. "When a mundane human witnesses a high-level supernatural event, their brain attempts to process a frequency it lacks the receptors for. The prefrontal cortex essentially 'short-circuits,' leading to permanent catatonia or violent psychosis." Evangeline utilized her deep neurological background to establish the "Lucid Bridge" Protocol. This was the first standardized medical treatment for the post-Veil era.

Professor Priya said. My feet felt numb. But I managed to stand, my hands fidgeting on the notebook on the desk. “What’s your name?” “Summer Peterson.” Professor Priya tilted her head. “Summer Peterson… alright then. Tell us, Summer, what happens when the brian’s reward circuitry overrides logical inhibition?” I know this, I thought. Of course I know this. I breathed out and forced my tongue to work. “It means—” I cleared my throat, felt the eyes on me. Hayden’s text burning into my mind. “It means the brain picks immediate reward over rational cost. Impulsivity goes up. You make decisions you wouldn’t if your frontal cortex was regulating your limbic system properly.”

Brain scans showed that her readings were way off the charts and out of control. On his terminal, a number of graphs continually spiked and subsided repeatedly. And their peaks and lows went far beyond normal. He was certain that his sister saw the readouts - it was impossible for her not to have. He quickly pointed them out with a shaky hand. “Don’t you see?! Just look at her prefrontal cortex! Her neural synapses are going berserk!” The Admiral turned dark the moment her brother confronted her. Irritation flashed through her in a wave, and her tone sharpened because of it.