Memory Man Series Novels & Stories

"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."

“Two months,” “That long?” My tone holds my surprise. “Yeah. I can still remember the day after I woke up here. I was fixing my garage when someone suddenly hit me by the head. I don't remember what happened after. When I woke up, it's when they told me about the game,” Stan explains. “The manhunt game right?”

Mata nodded and said, "They are so trapped by hatred and disgrace that wherever they go, they just change the location, not the situation." It was amazing to see these two fishhead druids finish each other's sentence just like that. It felt like they were two synchronizing parts of the same person. "If they can't forget about the past, how did you manage to do it?" I asked. Mana pointed his head and said, "Well, we've evolved into tuna heads. I guess fish just have poorer memory." I looked at his round head and found it looked kind of cute. Mana looked a bit embarrassed, so he covered his head with the towel again.

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.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

“Everyone needs to stay where they are.” My stomach drops. The man appears everywhere at once. Tall. Clean. Wearing nothing that marks him as important. That is the point. “I know this is frightening,” he continues. “What you are experiencing is an error. A temporary one.” People shout at their screens. Some throw things. Others listen. Kael’s jaw tightens. “Who is that?” “He is not supposed to be able to speak,” I say. The man smiles, patient and reassuring. “You are seeing things out of context. Memories without structure cause harm. We are working to restore order.”

A middle-aged man and a younger man burst into the room. I didn’t recognize either of them. “Lily, you’re awake? Let me see you!” The young man, who didn’t seem like the emotional type, suddenly acted like a frantic child. He pushed the woman aside and tried to hug me. I pulled back, uneasy. “Hey, who are you? Don’t just grab people like that.” He froze as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling. The middle-aged man went rigid too. His voice shook as he said, “She’s really lost her memory? Why would God punish me like this? She’s my only daughter. I never even had the chance to make things right.”