Brainiac Novelas e Histórias

Just recognition. Then— He smiled. And it wasn’t Ethan’s smile. Behind them, the other figure stepped fully into the hallway light. Two of them now. Identical. Lucas stumbled back. “Which one—” Victor’s voice cut in calmly. “Primary and secondary.” Ariana’s pulse thundered. “That’s not how this works,” Lucas said, panic bleeding through. Victor ignored him. “The human brain can only hold so much fragmentation before it seeks stability,” he said.

“Excuse me? This seems like a mistake. There’s no way I’m putting any of this in my brain.” He tilted his head, a condescending gesture. “I understand it seems like a lot for a small brain, but we’re going to try.” “Excuse me?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “My brain is not small.” “It is,” he said simply. “I’ve looked at your test results for the past three years. Nobody with a normal brain would score like this.” I clenched my jaw, my fingers gripping a pen so tight I thought it might snap. “Fine. Let’s do it. Nothing’s going to stop me.”

His white shirt was slightly dirty by the side since he had been sleeping on the dirty floor. "How did I get here? think think think ..." He said. Baji racked his brain in fear and confusion as he tried to recall the last thing he remembered or anything at all. "I can't remember anything" He exclaimed with worry in his voice and expressions. He does not know what was going on and could not remember anything. Baji moved just for a bit as he tried to navigate his surrounding, he looked around but could not find anything else belonging to him, not even his school bag.

Anindira was messed up, it was very difficult for her little brain to absorb lessons, no matter how many times she read, there would be some parts that would disappear from her brain again. ''I thought * green amber could also keep the brain regenerating and getting young again. Why is my brain's ability according to my age? I give up, my brain can't take it anymore... I give up...'' ''Crap! From tomorrow the hell of exams has started. I'm not ready at all, I can't...''

" Shit..." "But how?" Lucas asked, perplexed, as Luther thought quietly. " Just like I told you on the phone, the collision was so severe that she suffered a brain injury. " The doctor responded, "I will explain; when you bumped your head and body, it rattled your brain around in your skull damaging delicate tissues. Damaging some parts of the brain can cause problems in connectivity regions called diaschisis that has been linked to an imbalance in brain chemistry, specifically in the neurotransmitter acetylcholine which helps regulate signaling in the brain and plays an important role in attention and motivation"

M. Normally, I would have scoffed at such a tinfoil conspiracy story, however, Nick had displayed multiple examples of having ‘enhanced’ brain powers. I hesitate to call him ‘psychic’, but really that is the best word for it. So, if T.H.E.M. had been experimenting on his brain, that could explain how such talents may have been awakened.

“Yeah, I injured my brain. That’s why it’s currently filled with your voice and face. Tell me how my brain can be cured.” Shaun raised his brows. His words were extremely cheesy.

"Six weeks and eight adays since my accident. I still haven't got my memory back." Dr Bennet observes me and takes his glasses off. "Cole, I understand your frustration, son, but brain trauma isn't like any other physical illness or a broken bone. We can't just bring all your memories back with an operation. The brain is the most complex organ we possess, and it's very unpredictable. I am confident your memory will come back in time. The question is, do you want your memory to come back?"

I was already plotting different ways to end her gruesomely. “I'm sorry, My lady,” she said as she tore the seal and reached into the envelope to retrieve the results. “We did find something in the brain scan. There is, in fact, a chip in his cerebral cortex. If it isn't taken out in time, it could affect him.”

I had to keep trying. Shaw was still talking to Lexi. He was enjoying this. He was proud of his work. He kept pointing to the screens and the machines. He wanted her to understand how clever he was. How powerful his technology was. "You see, Miss Carter," Shaw was saying, "the human brain is just a computer. It stores information in patterns of electrical activity. All I have to do is disrupt those patterns and replace them with new ones." Lexi's voice was steady when she answered. "You're not replacing anything. You're destroying people."