Gaia Memory Novels & Stories

Damn bond. He exhales, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. “It’s just… Gaia said she manipulated your memories. I don’t think it was just about your home pack or Braden. I think she erased anything Braden didn’t want you to remember.” He tells me pensivley. A slow, creeping chill spreads through me. I slide back down the bed, turning onto my side to face him. “Maybe,” I say carefully. “But what difference does it make?”

she holds her hand up, stopping us from approaching her. “And you, you took my memories of that night. The night Leo tried to mark me by force!” she looks at Selene, who hangs her head. Gaia shakes her head as she staggers, holding her chest. “You expect me to believe you are different? Ha, you’re all the fucking same.” She turns and staggers to the door, gripping the frame for support. “Gaia, wait! Where are you going?” I shout after her when she straightens up.

"Why did you stop, by the way?" "Geas. We encountered something in the memory that is still protected, so my memory simply ends right there." "Wow. The geas is no joke." "You've got that right. Here, settle down." Mike put his head back between Naia's breast, staring at the ceiling. "Let's see if I can get you back to after the blocked memory." -

ADAIRA ~ It turned out that everyone else had also forgotten that my grandmother had been alive yesterday, it wasn’t just grandpa and Gaby like I had initially thought. Everyone I tried to ask if they had seen her yesterday just looked at me with sympathy like my grief of losing her was making me delusional. I tried to ask Midi, because she was the last rogue to have seen my grandmother as far as I knew, but she sneered at me before I even opened my mouth so I walked away from her. Like Gaby had said, Gavrael gave us instructions on all the things he wanted done for the day, and we divided the tasks among ourselves. He only specified that I must take more of the workload, and that I must do

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

“If it integrates with the magnetosphere, it could rewrite memory substrates.” Elena stood, wind whipping her hair. “Sophia—it’s not breaching. It’s returning.” “Returning?” Elena lifted her wrist. The shard pulsed once, twice—and then a wave of soft light spread from the ocean outward, a luminous heartbeat sweeping through clouds, cities, circuits. Everywhere, screens flickered to life—showing fragments of human memory: laughter, arguments, first steps, last breaths. The Pulse wasn’t consuming anymore. It was giving back.

This, she called the Oversight Engine, and just like its predecessor, utilized a malleable obsidian shell for all of its Input/Output functions. With full control over all of the circuits with her two Engines, she gave herself full root access, and ordered a complete circuit integration. “Only fools fail to utilize a circuit mesh,” she said. “The power of many far outweighs the power of the singular.” She pored over each of the Intelligences, and dove straight into the databanks. There, she looked into the full history of the Prophets of Gaea, and pulled many records down into her personal drive.

I turn and look at Gaia, who smiles as she steps forward. “I am Gaia, the daughter of Fenrir. I am the Goddess of Hell. Trust me when I say I will unleash the gates and you all will perish. The humans will be wiped from existence. Maybe that isn’t a bad thing.” She shrugs as she addresses the room and I stay silent.

"Who are you? Which 'Board' do you represent?" ​"I don't represent a Board," Kaelen said, kneeling beside her. "And there are no more Liquidators. You’re in the Republic of the Sun. And the only thing you owe... is to help us keep the garden growing." ​Julian Sallow walked to a private terminal at the back of the chamber. It was a "Memory-Core", the only piece of technology the Bloom hadn't touched yet. It contained the digitized consciousness of his great-grandmother, the original Director who had fled Earth.

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.