Memories Of Future Novels & Stories

He explained as if reading my mind. "You must have taken a serious hit to the head." I muttered, patting him gently. "And someone must have saved me from the rubble, but I can't remember anything up until the day I woke up on that lawn." He sighed. "Whoever it was, I am eternally grateful to them. I don't know much about amnesia, but I have heard some people never remember everything. Some don't even remember anything at all." I said gently. "Whichever the case may be, you need to look forward and not backwards. The past is long gone, the present lingers, but the future is yet to come. You should jeopardise your present and future for a past not worth remembering." I added.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

The scientist stated, feeling exasperated. "How will them few memories help if she won't remember him?" The man at the head of the table asked as he narrowed his eyes. "She will be scared since she will have no memories at all. She will be confused because she will know how to walk and talk but she won't remember how she can walk and talk." The scientist started to explain. "So you want us to use that fear to bond with her." Someone else said. "Yes. It is important that you take your time to bond with her. Use the videos and pictures of the past to create the future that you want." The scientist stated as he turned his laptop towards everyone.

Xander demystified. If he observed clearly, he would have noticed the fear in my eyes which I quickly hid with my usual coldness. "Okay!" I breathed. "That's not at all scary," I added with evident sarcasm. "Now, how is it going to work?" I asked. "We believe that the cerebrum stores all the memories. Only that the recent past and the present ones are much stronger than the ones for the long past which we are going to try and find then the machine will record them."

He was driven by his mood, not able to help the others because of how he feel. It’s impossible? How could he do such thing? Rico killing my great-great-grandfather? I read his intention, it was clear. Killing was not part of his mind but why did I saw that in his memory? No, it’s not a memory. Did I just see the future? Only Merfoy can see the future? How is that possible? Geuron thought as he buried his face on his knees hearing only his thoughts, isolating his mind from the shouts around him.

It was… it was the first time I had seen him to be in this state. “Why are you crying?” I mumbled as I saw the tears that were now falling from his cheeks. It was… pouring out with no stop. “Oh, shit…” He cursed as soon as he realized what he had just done. But still… This… doesn’t make sense. How can he remember that when in this future that never happened? How can he have the memories of me in that time… did he also come back to the past? But how? And… those visions I had, the small lights, the portraits, those images of me talking in my dream… are they all connected?

Memories were for the weak. For now, all I needed was control. And if I couldn’t remember my past? I’d make sure the future belonged to me, on my terms

She explains. The future? We mustn’t play with destiny, you need to be stronger before you search the future… it isn’t something you should meddle with. She warns walking with me as I touch the steps of the pack house. Can people see us? I ask her. No, you are memory recalling, this is Purley a memory of Hati’s. Much as I’ve been showing you, but now that you’re stronger you can step inside the memory as if it were happening right now.

she asked. I wasn't sure whether she was curious or simply wanted to hear how preposterous my answer would be. "Different things," I admitted after a moment's hesitation. "Mostly memories. Sometimes mine, but sometimes other people's too. And I've had a few of the future as well," I explained. David frowned, leaning forward in his seat as he regarded me. “And you believe this is because of this 'Elysian Line'?” he asked, saying the words with what sounded like disdain.

"Changing? Because we forgot how to be solid. Forgot how to be present. We exist only in memory now. Only in what was, not what is." "I don't understand." He gestured around. "This reality—it was beautiful once. Stable. Real. But then we discovered something. We discovered we could preserve memories perfectly. Could record every moment. Every experience. Every feeling. Store them in the network. Access them whenever we wanted." "That sounds useful." "It was. At first. We preserved our childhoods. Our loved ones. Our happiest moments. We could revisit them anytime. Relive them completely. Feel exactly what we felt then."