Idiot Brain Novels & Stories

"My brain is my enhancement." Eh?! Her brain?! This dense, socially awkward idiot's brain is enhanced? Even this world has some issues! My eyes widened after hearing that, so I'll ask her again. "That's a nice joke, but seriously, what is it?" "I'm not joking, trust me!" Ha! I'll state it again! That pout face no longer works on me! "Come on now... there's a limit to my trust," "You know... not a lot of people know how enhancement works!"

The new me… didn’t want to. “It was how fast it happened,” I admitted. “How public. How…” My voice caught slightly, then steadied. “How easy it would’ve been for me to look like the idiot again.” Noah’s expression tightened, not angry at me—angry at the world that had trained my brain to go there. “You’re not an idiot,” he said, firm. I gave him a small look. “You don’t get to decide what my brain does when it panics.”

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...''

“...everyone knows you’re too average to be anything special on your own. So yeah, maybe you…” “Tony,” I said again, firmer, but he was drowning in his own stupidity. He kept running his mouth. His voice started sounding like a mosquito buzzing beside my ear. And right there, I felt it—this man had lost it, completely. He was speaking like someone whose brains had scattered and needed formatting, fresh installation, and maybe factory reset. And of course, I was ready to give those services of resetting his brain for him, free of charge. “Are you hearing yourself at all?” I asked quietly, but he was too far gone. He had stepped into that pathetic zone where jealousy mixed with frustration and

And the worst part about this weird thought that just popped up in my head is that I can’t even clear the stupid thought from my mind because I know it is what Jimmy is capable of doing when the spirit of stupidity enters into me. But God help him if he actually decides to be stupid and think from his ass rather than from the brain he was blessed with because he will not live to witness the end of my rage and this is not even a joke. I would be absolutely pissed with him for more than a month if he decides to embarrass me like that.

And, like an idiot, I had forced the issue. This will never work, I told my brain. I don't want to be with anyone, least of all a shy archaeologist. I've been alone my whole life, and that's the way it has to be. I have my own pain to deal with. I do not need anyone else. You're an idiot, my brain whispered back. Maybe she's just what you need. **

Matthew rolled his eyes. "Don't blame me for you being a fool." I glanced at Matthews. "It's because you were already an idiot, but now you show it." "Idiot is not a disease." Matthew objected. “Stupid is not a disease, but a person who suddenly becomes stupid may already have some disease.” I followed Matthew. "You'd better get checked out, otherwise the disease will become so severe that it won't be curable." I looked proudly at Matthew. Matthew helplessly patted my head. "I'm so out of touch with you."

Sony: Rest well, idiot. I was a little taken aback by his last message. I have been living in this world for almost 25 years, but I could never recall a time that someone called me an idiot. I was from the house of Iota, the house of intelligent, how could anyone ever call me an idiot? I was about to burst in annoyance when suddenly another pang of pain was sent to my brain. I lied back down in bed and placed my phone at the side, I did not even have the energy to respond to any of them despite the guilt I was feeling.

I explain, trying to speak in a language they would understand better. " Accidents happen when someone meets an unfortunate encounter, and when the brain is also triggered to pain, they lose track of past events," Bryan explained, and i stared at him wide eyes. He's so smart. " He can be a dummy sometimes daddy, but he's also a brainaic since he spends all of his time reading boring science books " Brielle explained unfazed by what amazes me and I laugh out loud, finally finding joy in my kids. " That's it Bryan, how come you're so smart ? " I asked, still amaze.

Even Zara had not been confident she could do it. However, to get justice for me, she pushed past every technical challenge and replaced Braxton's brain with the very one he had prepared for me. The brain of an idiot. I stared at him curiously. If someone really received an idiot's brain... would they actually become an idiot? Braxton's eyes were crooked, his mouth hung to one side, and saliva dripped from his lips every time he moved. He certainly looked like an idiot. However, when he noticed me staring at him, humiliation and rage flashed across his face.