Memory Man Series Novels & Stories

Beside him. Every person at that table had noticed that. "A Memory Wolf is exactly what the name suggests," I said. "I can absorb memories from another person, hold them, and return them when needed. The person I carry for experiences the transfer as a loss, like forgetting. I experience it as gaining. I feel what they felt. I know what they knew." "You carry the memories as your own," another council member said. Woman, mid-fifties, dark eyes that moved fast. "You feel them personally."

The next morning Sarah absentmindedly pushed the cart down the cereal aisle. Cannot believe I forgot my freaking list, she grumbled to herself as she tried desperately to remember a single thing that had been written on the tiny dry-erase board hanging on her refrigerator. Oh, well. Keep circling, maybe I will see something that jogs my memory. But nothing did. She was almost to the end of the aisle when a completely unexpected memory came at her out of nowhere – her and Tim, smiling, walking closely together as they shared cart duty.

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

"We should use the auxiliary extraction unit and drive the system at maximum power." "At least... at least we might get the killer's identity!" That final argument made Daniel hesitate. His obsession with the truth overcame the last remnants of trust and love he still held for me. He stood there in silence for a long time. Then, at last, he retrieved the specialized extraction helmet designed for the Memory Extraction System. Inside the helmet was a specially engineered steel spike nearly five inches long. It was designed to bore directly through the skull and force a memory extraction at twice the normal power.

PHOEBE I spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind trapped in a chaotic, unending loop of ocean-blue eyes and haunted confessions. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. The man literally couldn’t forget a single bad day if he tried. Every slight, every grief, every scratch on a wall or tone of voice was locked away in his brain in permanent, unyielding high-definition. It was mind-blowing, it’s exciting yet I could guess how exhausting it might also be. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast last Thursday, and my entire childhood before the age of ten was just a blank, velvety void of nothingness—a biological mercy file my brain had apparently decided to delete fo

Her knees hit the concrete with a loud thud. The man said "Julian is a piece of computer code. He was made to be the hero. We wanted you to stay excited so you would finish writing the story.. Look at him now." The man pointed to the glass box next to Maya. Inside the box the man with the beard began to shake. A red light started to flash on top of his tank. A warning message appeared: Memory Corrupted. System Failing. The man said "If you do not plug yourself back in and finish deleting him his brain will burn. He is dying because you tried to bring a computer character into the world."

After the door to the room closed, the man turned panicked now. Bad memories from the past made him think of his late mother. "No way! No way!" Ace said to himself repeatedly. Suddenly the man felt his breathing rapidly irregularly. "Everything will be fine," said Ace repeatedly while beating his own chest. The man had already pulled out his cellphone and had contacted his men. "Help me. Please," said the man with difficulty. The man's breath felt even more chaotic now. Completely breathless and wanted to die. "Get out of my memory. Get away," Ace said again loudly now.

Emily's breath caught. The man was watching the memory. “No.” The memory continued. Emily held the child. She kissed his forehead. “I'll call you—” The memory broke. The name disappeared. The man screamed. “No!” He reached toward it. “Bring it back!” The world shook. Emily stepped closer. “You don't remember your name.” The man turned toward her. “I remember everything.” “No.” Emily shook her head. “You remember everything after you became the First Mind.” She looked at him.

SOVEREIGN MEMORY ACCESS: UNLOCKED. I felt something rush through me. Images. Thousands of them. People I didn’t know. Places I had never visited. Wars. Executions. Secret meetings. Children taken from their families. Blood being collected. And through all of it, one man appeared again and again. Gabriel. But he wasn’t the man I knew. He was younger. Colder. Standing inside the first Sovereign laboratory. I watched the memory unfold. A woman stood in front of him. The first Serael.

On New Year's Eve, my little brother begs me to play hide-and-seek with him. The moment I cover my eyes and count to 30, the "eraser" in my mind starts moving again. I stand frozen for a few seconds, then turn around, go back inside, and start watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouches down in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your little brother?" Little brother? I blink, confused. "I don't have a little brother…" Her expression drops instantly. Leaving the New Year's Eve dinner untouched, everyone surges out into the heavy snow. But no matter how hard we search, we can't find my brother. Mom raises her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't I tell yo