Gaia Memory Novels & Stories

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

On the sheer stubborn refusal to give up that had defined her entire life. And slowly, faintly, she felt something. A whisper at the edge of consciousness. A warmth that wasn't physical. "I am here." Gaia's voice was barely audible, thinner than she'd ever heard it, like a thread about to snap. But it was there. "The signal is weak—their jamming is sophisticated, layered, designed specifically to block frequencies I use. But I have found a vulnerability. The server room you saw during your transit—it connects to their internal network through a hardline that predates their security protocols. If you can reach it, physically touch one of their servers, I can use that connection to bypass thei

ARIA. Underneath it were four words. THE LAST CHOICE REMAINS. THE FIRST MEMORY Mira led them downstairs. The basement contained an enormous machine. It was unlike anything Aria had seen before. Hundreds of cables extended from its center. A glass sphere floated above it. Inside the sphere was a miniature city. Elysian. Gabriel walked toward it. "This is the city's core." Mira nodded. "It stores every memory." "Every memory?" "Every conversation. Every birth. Every death. Every decision."

Darkness was quickly draping itself over the island, and a downpour was advancing fast. Queenie stared at the sky, worried. Their group had reinforced the cave's entrance with rows of wood so it could keep the elements out. Not even the rain could seep through that much. Queenie tugged at Shawn. "Maybe we should get Ms. Titania back." If she were closer to me, she could hear my thoughts and know about the resources hidden around her. After I left, she tried to connect to my thoughts, but all her attempts had failed.

Three years had gone by, and here we were, still at the starting line. I lowered my head, not expecting anything anymore. I knew Eric would go back on his word the moment Tiffany shed a tear. So, they brought me to the pack's Sacred Hall, where the statue of the Moon Goddess stood tall in the center. The flame around the altar pulsed with a cold, piercing light. The elder overseeing the ritual looked grave as he warned me, "The Memory Offering is one of the oldest forbidden rites. It burns your wolf and projects your memories for all to see.

“That’s it?” Nova nodded. “That is everything.” He frowned slightly. “I thought we were fighting an intelligent system.” “We are.” “Then how does remembering stop it?” Nova’s voice softened. “Because the system was built to store human experience.” The woman understood first. “And if we strengthen that experience…” Nova finished the thought. “We stabilize the system itself.” The older man nodded slowly. “So our memories become anchors.” “Yes.” The younger man looked uncertain. “But billions of memories are being erased right now.”

"We don't hide. We 'Overload' it. If it wants information, we give it more than it can process." The plan was a "Cognitive Overload" on a planetary scale. They would link the ten Goliath-Pylons to the Atmosphere-Forge and the "First-Gens'" memories. They wouldn't just send data; they would send Entropy-Resistant Emotion. They poured the memory of the soot-pits, the heat of the first rain, and the love for the Aethel-Native children into the pylons.

The only thing he could do now was comfort her as the swarm of painful memories attacked her sanity. “You can complain as much as you want. Talk about everything. Maybe that’ll help cleanse the poison of those memories,” Raven suggested. “Maybe I’ve bottled it up too long,” Gia replied somberly. She wanted to share, but the tangled threads of her memories were not easy to unravel. Raven’s sorrowful expression met Gia’s gloom. “Are there no good memories at all from there? Maybe remembering them could lighten the mood,” Raven said, suddenly struck with an idea.

If things went well between the four of us, hopefully we would be moving in together then. Aria wrapped her arms around my torso, “you shouldn’t have had to get used to it. When I lost my memories and then found out my caregiver was not only abusive, but supposedly my mother, I didn’t understand how I could have lived with it for so long. I suppose I had also gotten used to it. Doesn’t make it right though.” I wrapped my arms around her and breathed her in, “you didn’t deserve that.” She turned her head up and looked me in my eyes, “neither did you.”

Not at us, but at the sight in front of them. Gaia has a pupil suspended in midair, choking them with her power. She is screaming with tears streaming down her face. When a member of staff tries to tackle her to the ground when she turns her power on him, throwing him like a rag doll before he crashes through a wall. The scene reminds me of what Mia did to me when she was pregnant with them both. I scan the area, looking for Nicholas and he is on the floor unconscious behind Gaia’s feet. Blood coating his skin.