Brainiac Novelas e Histórias

Bright

After all, there was still a hope – slim, but it existed – that things might have turned around a bit by the morning. “What does that mean?” Annie asked Mac and Sam, those incredible eyes wide with confusion. “What’s a rectangular what's-it system?” “The RAS is responsible for awareness in the brain,” Mac said, and Sam happily acquiesced to the other man’s superior knowledge about anything to do with the human brain. “When it’s compromised or damaged, a person is rendered unconscious. And when it’s being pushed on – like when a person’s brain is severely swollen – then the person can’t wake up.”

“Sometimes, though, the signals get a little mixed up for a few seconds. When that happens, your brain might pause or feel a bit confused. That’s what we call a seizure.” “It doesn’t mean you did anything wrong. Everyone’s brain works a little differently. Yours just has its own pattern,” Nathaniel said, kissing Alisa’s cheek. The doctor, Mr. Chen, looked very impressed. He commented, “Mr. Thorne, you explain it very well.” “My husband—” Serena flushed. “I mean, Alisa’s father is in the business of neuro research, so he is familiar with medical conditions of the brain.” Dr. Chen laughed at the way Serena corrected herself. “It’s okay, Miss Vander. It must be hard to define your relationship,

He assured me calmly as he lead me to his office. “TBI may affect a person's cognitive abilities, including learning and thinking skills.” He started, but I gave him a stern look that told him that I do not want to be lectured by him. But he wasn’t moved by my hard glare, he returned my glare with one of his own, making me a bit stunned by his boldness.

Maybe. A chill ran down Chandra's back. It is thinking about many problems at once. It turned out that while communicating with Chandra and Amaris, even during the jailbreak, Brawen still left a part of his brain to write this manual for him. That head is horrible. Chandra couldn't imagine Brawen's IQ. Just one head, but it works like two brains put together. Part thinking about how to crack, part answering communication, part recalling knowledge to rewrite skills, calculating hundreds of possible possibilities in a match.

her voice faded away. At first there is music, a choir of sorts as in church... then I hear God and he tells me to go to the other part of my brain, to go through the doorway to a place I'll be safe... The dream changes and I feel a sense of falling, as if I am entering a part of myself that was hidden. Perhaps I went the wrong way, or perhaps it is now safe for me to go the wrong way, now that I'm all grown up, to see what I was saved from.

bucket. I logged into Facebook and scrolled through but nothing interesting was there. Just the normal posts of “Itz Milky Minaj, feeling sexy with Sugar Khid and 49 others. No blogger or news page had posted anything new, so I logged into twitter. When I cleared my conscience by scrolling through social media for any news worthy stories, I downloaded the new Leonardo DiCaprio movie I had been dying to watch and a few novels before Nadine came to take me for lunch.

I replied and kissed her lips once again. Sometimes memories it just a memory, it doesn’t mean anything for those who don’t even care about it. But those memories were really meant to me, it still safe inside my brain and heart. Maia is my time machine, I wish I could back to our old days and run our day back together. On the other hand, I wish I could back and not meet her. I have two choices if only I had a time machine to get back.

“You’re the one with a sick mind! What do you actually want to do to me? If you really want it, that won’t be a problem. Just give me ten billion dollars!” Alex shook his head, speechless. “Madame Claire, can’t you at least have a little dignity? Will you eat dog poop if someone asked you just because they offered you ten billion dollars? Is money that important to you? Even if you don’t care about your reputation, your two daughters still care about theirs! Forget it. There’s no point talking to you about this. I’m telling you now. Your mind really is sick. There’s an angioma in your brain. It’s blocking your brain nerves. This is also one of the major reasons why you’re paranoid… Ahh, I re

“She has brain damage.” Aria stopped. “What?” “The doctors said her emotional regulation is shot,” Damian explained, taking a sip. “She’s not reacting because the wiring in her frontal lobe is loose. She’s probably medicated to the gills. You’re looking for a conspiracy where there is only a tragedy.” He walked over to her and stroked her cheek. “You’re seeing ghosts because you’re stressed,” he said gently. “You’ve taken over a massive company, you’re planning a wedding of the century, It’s natural to be on edge.”