Brainiac Novels & Stories

It was made of some sort of thin see through glass that reeked of class and luxury. "Excuse me, Your Excellency. But I don't understand." Ezedius replied to Quickstep. This was the second time he heard these words from the mouth of the immortal. He also said that during their meeting earlier this day. But no matter how hard or fast he used his mind, Ezedius could not begin to fathom the mind of the bald immortal. "I said, do you like honey or bread crumbs?" Quickstep asked once more to Ezedius. He slowly said each word this time. Do human brains work slowly? Or is it that his friend was just particularly dull? Quickstep wondered.

“Out of everyone. Out of all the brilliant, ethical, more qualified people in the world, why the hell did he pick *me* to build something like this on?” Niko’s gaze didn’t leave my face. “Because your brain is the only one that fits the lock,” he said. “Acheron’s core architecture chewed through every other pattern they tried—psychotic breaks, seizures, dead ends. Yours held. Once. Twice. Every time.”

I waited in the hallway, my stomach in knots, Liora pacing restlessly in my mind. Finally, the door opened. Dr. Steve gestured me inside. My mother sat on the examination table, looking small and frightened. I went to her side, took her hand. Dr. Steve pulled up images on a large screen. X-rays. Brain scans. Areas highlighted in red. "Ms. Moonhollow." His voice was serious. "Your mother has a significant injury to her brain. Specifically, the Broca's area the part responsible for speech production." I stared at the screen. "What caused it?"

Evan asked, "Who will bear this responsibility? Can you handle two billion-dollar projects?" Rowan panicked and admitted, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jordan. I can't." Evan gnashed his teeth in frustration. "You called me here for excuses without presenting any solutions!" Exhausted, Rowan pleaded, "We are foolish, and we need you to take control of the situation, sir." Evan suggested, "Upload a portion of the data to the brain-machine interface chip and disperse the rest." The brain-machine interface chip was a crucial project for his company, with all information stored in the underground safe.

the doctor nodded to him. "The breakthrough was the work of a team led by Zoran an associate professor in biomedical engineering at the University of California Irvine, who took advantage of the fact that while a spinal cord injury severs the neural connection to the legs, it does no damage at all to the region of the brain that is responsible for sending the command that gets the legs moving in the first place. Find a way to bypass the damaged region in the spine and send electrical stimulation directly to the muscles, and a patient could walk again just by thinking about it." zack nodded

Michael huffed and waved me to the living room. "Hurry because the children will be arriving any moment," I added and Michael ran both his hands down his face. "Grayson got a severe brain injury when he was a young pup and because of that, he experiences memory loss every time he's severely injured. The doctor has tried numerous times to cure him but the connections in his gray matter are wonky. He will never rid himself of these episodes if he continues to get injured," he grunted harshly. I exhaled deeply and rubbed my eyes.

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COMPUTER Stores most of its information in devices external to the CPU Performs tasks sequentially, and transfers results back to memory Performs relatively few tasks simultaneously Relies on a central clock to synchronize and sequence its operations Performs precise instructions which have been given in advance Performs individual operations in a time scale of nanoseconds BRAIN The CPU and the memory are the same thing: there is no memory storage external to the CPU Performs enormous numbers of tasks simultaneously Asynchronous: no central clock No separate instructions (program): the instructions are written-in to the architecture of the system and are subject to continuous reappraisal Ind

I should do this before Zed’s charm would entirely bewitch me. “192 Months, 5840 Days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds.” “My goodness, it sounds like ages ago.” He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.”

He then pointed out the necessary information and uses of the equipment. "Are you ready, Anna?" Asked Mr. Faiz, bracing himself, but she just smiled, and made rote apologies about not listening to his explanation earlier, how could she when Harry's been eyeing him. "My point is, the human brain was akin to a supercomputer built on top of a clunker. The clunker was your primitive, reptilian, survival brain. The supercomputer does your proper thinking, is logical, fair, and kind. When you are afraid, the bandwidth of your supercomputer gets used up, leaving the clunker to do all your thinking for you. You go from outstanding to primal and basic in a heart-beat, and this device can do way more