Frames Of Mind Novels & Stories

The man walked in front of the family of three with a serious look on her face. “I want you all to concentrate on me. Take everything on your mind away and concentrate on me. Not how my body looks, not how I am speaking, not my facial appearance, not my hair but my mind. I know that you will ask, how possible is it when you can’t see my mind? Imagine what is inside my head, imagine that you can see my brain. If you achieve that, nod your head,” Boston said calmly and with seriousness.

CHAPTER 49 JAMES POV A state of insanity… In a way that was what I felt at that moment. I was trying so hard to keep my mind straight and not say anything mean to hear as I was totally pissed for so many reasons I wouldn't get tired of counting. Who the hell did she think she was? The thought kept flickering through my mind threatening to burst out with a force of unwanted energy if I didn't find a way to stop it. She made me vulnerable, in a way it felt like I was messing up a whole historical principle I had always abided with.

Kiiieehhhk… The pained cries of the ants spread up from here, there, and everywhere. All I could do was stand patiently at the back and observe the fighting happening in front of me. As much as I wanted to participate in the fight, I needed to adhere to the constraints of my role, before it was my wish not to get caught up in the fight waiting silently, panting even after a long stretch of running. But now I have much stamina to boot. Instead of waiting unproductively, I started to clear my thoughts. Increase my mental state, sensing every movement, calculating the intensity of each blow, and listening to the timing of each coalition. Just as I was increasing my mental fortitude a notificati

I looked at Olivia's messages and did not reply immediately. Almost ten minutes had passed since I received the notice. A decision flashed through my mind. Since the comments said I would be framed, then I would gamble on them.

Rachel had put her in a room with two senior analysts on the first day and the session had run forty minutes over because Aria had asked questions that apparently nobody had thought to ask before. “What questions,” I said. She told me those too. I listened the way I listened to things that mattered — fully, without preparing my response while she was still talking. When she finished I sat with it for a moment. “You destabilized their existing framework,” I said. “In a useful way.” “Rachel said the same thing,” she said. “She didn’t seem unhappy about it.” “Good frameworks need destabilizing regularly,” I said. “Otherwise they calcify.” “That’s what I said,” Aria said. “Almost word for word.”

The day would not wait. He did not immediately get up. He lay in the accumulated quality of the thirty-fifth June morning — the morning that was the morning with thirty-five years of mornings in it, the accumulated present at its most recent point. This was something he had learned over the decades: the present moment was never just the present moment. The present moment contained all the previous present moments that had led to it. The June morning of the thirty-fifth year contained the June morning of the first year, when he had woken in this same bed in this same room and had not yet known what the arrangement would become. It contained the June morning of the eighth year, when he had wok

"He's only charging two hundred dollars? That cheap? How desperate for money can he be?" "The Wilkinson family name is going straight into the gutter with this disgrace!" All those contemptuous stares landed squarely on me. I pointed at the figure in the photo and zoomed in with two fingers. "Are you sure about that? This image is obviously edited. The muscle definition has clear splicing marks, but more importantly... Everyone, please look... This man's hand in the back has six fingers." I had previously worked on fraud cases involving doctored images, so I had plenty of experience spotting those things.

This obviously means she will never remember anything about me. “The gadget?” I whispered, the name tasting bitter on my tongue. “You mean… the thing they used to control her?” James leaned back in his chair, the shadows under his eyes deeper than usual, and sighed. His fingers drummed lightly on the desk, careful, deliberate. “The fact that she’s alright mentally is already a miracle,” he said slowly, choosing each word like a knife through thick fog. “But anytime you—or anyone—try to remind her about the past, her brain might try to remember. And that… can result in fainting. Complete shutdown. Her mind protects itself that way.”

JOSH POV I keep thinking about everything that’s happened in the last three days as I spar with Holly. Physical exertions have always helped my brain function at it’s peak. I work out my troubles and problems while exercising or when I’m practicing with the team. While I am actively thinking about my workout or practice, the problem or situation that’s resolving is spinning in the back of my mind, like a radio station in the background. For me, it’s not distracting. Having a problem to work through actually helps me concentrate more on the physical activity and vice versa. It’s the ultimate Catch-22, but in a positive way.

Arden said. “Predictability,” Kane added. “And speed,” Dominic finished. I nodded. “All of that,” I said. “But also something else.” They all looked at me. “Influence becomes more efficient,” I said. The room went quiet. Because they understood. If every system processed decisions through the same framework— Then influencing that framework— Even slightly— Would affect everything connected to it. Kane’s voice dropped. “So whoever shapes that framework…” “Shapes the outcome,” Arden finished. “Yes,” I said.