Brainiac Novelas e Histórias

A monitor on the far wall was still active, showing lines of biometric data scrolling endlessly. Cole motioned for her to stay back as he checked the room, then waved her in. Sienna went straight to the console, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “This terminal’s still connected to their mainframe. If I can find Jax’s neural signature—” Cole frowned. “Neural what?” “Everyone’s brain emits a unique electrical pattern. It’s like a fingerprint. I memorized Jax’s from the hospital scans after the crash.” He stared. “You memorized his brain?”

"And the sound? The tray falling? What did that do?" "Auditory triggers can be very powerful in cases like this. A sudden, loud noise can act as a catalyst. It can push the brain past a threshold it's been struggling to cross. In Brad's case, it seems like his mind was already working hard to piece things together. The crash was just the final push." "So he passed out because his brain was working too hard?" "Essentially, yes. When the neurological load becomes too much, the body's defense mechanism is to shut down temporarily. It's like a computer rebooting. Giving the system time to process and reorganize without the added stress of consciousness."

“You actually want me to just walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, so... I’ve got erectile dysfunction, and according to the doc, I need to explore all sexual activities with you or I’ll be permanently broken down there.’” He didn’t flinch, just blinked once, bored. “I mean, yeah. Pretty much.” “Seriously, Liam,” I groaned, gripping the back of my neck. “How does your brain even work? Do you even have a filter?” He shrugged. “Nope. And that’s why I’m sane and you’re still pacing like a damn lunatic.” I stopped pacing, leaning against the balcony rail beside him. The breeze hit my face, but it didn’t cool me down.

“Wow, we do not have to worry about being overthrown!” “Yes, we won at last!” Arianna yelled. “Yes Ari, your Father and the moon goddess gat us but you have to promise me not to ever engage in any physical fight again,” Brianna remarked. “I wouldn’t you know I got so scared when I was told you passed out,” Arianna said. “All thanks to your figurehead principal and nurse, I had thought it was you he was referring to when he mentioned something about someone’s brain being missing” “That was the last thing I remembered, I guess my brain just couldn’t process it” Brianna mentioned.

"Ava, you are not broken. You are brave. How many people go through what you went through and choose to smile again? You are special. You fought for yourself, and your friends until the last minute. You have always put your family first, I don't know a better-functioning 23-year-old" "As I have told you, It's just different parts of your brain reacting", Catherine took out a piece and drew a rough 4 parts of the brain explaining how it performs. "It's your Brainstem which is responsible for basic reactions like temperature, heartbeat, etc, not realizing it's after two years now. It just remembers the feeling of a person attacking from behind and reacting just like what was stored in it. It d

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

"Subject C was born with an abnormal genetic marker." Ava frowned. "What kind?" Adrian kept reading. "Enhanced compatibility with the Black Rose access system." Daniel looked at him. "That's impossible." Adrian shook his head. "Apparently not." Ava looked at the file. "Continue." Adrian read: "Subject C demonstrates unusually high neurological response to encrypted biometric signals." Aria frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means..." Adrian looked at Ava. "...Ethan's brain can process certain security codes." Ava's stomach dropped.

“He’s like three dogs for the price of one leash.” “Eleanor,” her mother warned. “Ellie,” she corrected automatically. “Ellie,” her mother sighed, “people aren’t ready. They’ll… misunderstand.” “They already misunderstand,” Ellie shot back. “They always will. But that doesn’t mean he should be locked up like—like he’s something to be ashamed of.” Cerebus, as if on cue, padded into the kitchen. Alpha, the left head, yawned mightily. Beta sniffed at the table leg. Gamma tried to nose at the pancakes. Ellie flicked his muzzle gently.

“She hasn’t responded to the drugs.” “At all?” she said. “No. Not at all.” “What does that mean?” “We try new drugs.” “And then?” Jax said. “We wait.” “That’s it?” Annie asked. “Drugs and we wait some more?” “Annie,” Mac said. “Brain injuries are all about time. Time to heal, time to let things work themselves out.” “How much time?” she said. “That part nobody knows.” Mac sighed. “Every single case is unique. I’ve seen thousands of people in Sarah’s current state, and I can’t even give you a guess of what might happen.”

She adjusted the lamp closer to the organ and I could clearly see how crisp it was. “This brain was modified also.” Strahovsky. “It was created to process data only. The only working part are the hippocampus and the cerebral cortex. Everything she experienced was being stored up.” “But for what purpose? She is dead,” Kieran said and I could tell that he was getting irritated. “That is the interesting part, I have no idea why.” Strahovsky replied with a smile. “But I am sure that Alistair would never do anything without a reason. There was a purpose but it is known by only him.”