Me Vs Brain Novels & Stories

Except, I found it far too difficult to sympathize with the asshole when he had me bound and sedated like some sort of animal. "I know you can hear me. Your brain waves are off the charts," he commented as he patted my cheek with a rubbery hand—he must have been wearing latex gloves. I wanted to snort at his observation as a snarky thought entered my head. If he thought my brain activity was fascinating, he should have seen the brain activity of a vampire. Their minds were as large as a bottomless pit but they worked constantly at a rapid, unforgiving pace.

Arnold was brimming with delight as he paced back and forth, unable to hide the excitement bubbling inside him. Every few steps he would clasp his hands together before separating them again, as though his thoughts were running much faster than his legs could keep up. "Don't you know, young master, a brain is the most complex organ in anyone's body. People often praise the heart for emotions or the muscles for strength, but in truth, the brain commands everything. Every movement, every memory, every pain, every fear, every instinct to survive. Would you believe it that there are people whose body strength could become much stronger and more powerful just because their brain believed so?"

I doubt he even has a brain to begin with—' 'I will have you know, I have a big brain–thank you very much.' Bruce–who wasn't too far from us–retorted like a small child. 'There is a difference between having a brain and actually using one. Everyone have a brain but not every brain is worth something, Bruce, remember that.' Yolanda replied calmly. 'Don't insult me, kid, you can't afford my brain.' She tilted her head with amusement and sneered. 'Now I understand why Vee said common sense is not a gift, it's a punishment—'

I let him hold me as I listened to Keith reprimand me gently. "Eves, your health should be your topmost priority. It seems like you don't remember most of the incidents before your accident, correct?" I nodded and he continued. "I talked about your case to Brandon and other neurologists as well. Looking at your reports, we can't say if you'll get your memories back. Human mind is complicated. There's no certainty with it as there is with the other organs. We found a small lesion at the temporal lobe of your brain which is the part that controls your memory."

I replied and kissed her lips once again. Sometimes memories it just a memory, it doesn’t mean anything for those who don’t even care about it. But those memories were really meant to me, it still safe inside my brain and heart. Maia is my time machine, I wish I could back to our old days and run our day back together. On the other hand, I wish I could back and not meet her. I have two choices if only I had a time machine to get back.

He chuckled deeply, “Where did you get that?” She shrugged, brushing her fingers on his hard muscles. “It’s a thing. Apparently, the male brain gets all scrambled with dopamine, prolactin, and oxytocin. Your brain’s basically soup right now.” He rolled them over slowly until he was hovering above her again, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as her lips pulled into a smile that reached her eyes. “So you think I’m just a pile of hormones right now?” She chuckled, “You’re a man. You just came. I think your brain’s rebooting.”

After she painstakingly drew a tiny, frowny-faced rectangle inside the brain room, she looked up, chewing her lip. "Mr. Luther?" He looked up, his expression neutral. "Yes?" "What does your brain room think about when it's not thinking about numbers?" The question was so quintessentially Keila, so vast and simple, that it seemed to short-circuit his usual filters. He set his pen down precisely. "It assesses operational efficiency. It runs predictive models. It processes logistical sequences." She nodded as if this made perfect sense. "Does it ever think about soft things? Like why cats purr? Or what clouds taste like?"

While in the car, Denny asked for a rundown on Desmund’s medical condition. It won’t be easy to know he has a mental disorder judging by his looks alone. The battle of doing right or wrong will be in his mind depending on his mood or emotional state. His head injury is in the part of the brain responsible for sentiments such as empathy and guilt, and the amygdala, which mediates fear and anxiety. And an injury to the cerebral cortex, which regulates memory and self-awareness, and the frontal lobe, which is responsible for self-control and judgment.

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.

" No one realised when Ell joined them. Before Ell could complete her sentence Rose completed it for her. " Or you might have to get operated leaving a big scare, don't worry Mrs Chen Mei only wanted to use you for blackmailing young master into divorcing you them marrying one of her ally. " Then she changed the topic by diverting their focus on Ell herself. "Why the renoun surgeon like you have so much time to roam around here? I guess "the fame is effecting your brain. "