Novel & Cerita Memory Man Series

The woman said sweetly to him, doing a complete one-eighty from how she spoke to me. “Yes Aria, I’m Doctor Smith. Well, there was brain trauma which is why it took so long for you to wake up, you had a pretty nasty bruise on the back of your head from blunt force trauma.” He turned to the nurse and said, “it’s possible to have amnesia after such nasty hit.” He opened his mouth to continue talking when the blonde man ran back in the room and thrust the cup of water at my face. “Thank you,” I whispered before grabbing the cup and slowly sipping it. When I finished, I crumpled the paper cup until my knuckles turned white. Why the fuck was this happening to me? Who are these people?

“Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.” The man shook his head violently, pushing back on his hands. “No. No, that’s not true! I—I was just home! I was home with my wife, I—” “—and then?” the Game Master interrupted softly. The man froze. “And then what happened, hmm?” It tilted its head again, eyes shining. “You remember, don’t you?” The man’s eyes widened, and I could see it — the exact moment his memory came back. His lips parted, his face drained of color. He started to shake harder, grabbing at his head.

It seemed his suspicions were not unfounded. Dr. Sandman went on, "It was a poison called Amni Poison. While it's not lethal, it disrupts the memory nerves of the victim, causing them to forget the people and events they care about the most. Moreover, if the victim forcefully tries to recall those forgotten memories, it leads to intense heartache. It's like a barrier in their memory; breaking through it only causes unbearable pain."

The man was dark and huge, with a mustache and dirty long hair, but his eyes were as blue as the sky above them. "Call me Ameth." He replied, and now Kain knew whose memory he was playing in. He too realized that this man wasn't just a mere human. He was also a hunter. The probabilities were beyond the explanation of his simple human mind, so Kain tried to turn his focus to the present memory and immediately took back the man's memory. He had a lot going on and couldn't afford to drop the dream. Odd or not, this dream has something to do with him being in this era.

He shook his head slightly. “I know I said something, but” He hesitated. “It’s not there.” Silence. The bond pulsed. But didn’t react. Didn’t spike. Didn’t resist. Like it didn’t register anything wrong. Lyra’s voice dropped. “…that’s not possible.” The First Deviation woman stepped forward sharply. “It is now.” The man added quietly: “The system doesn’t delete memory.” He paused. “It replaces the need for it.” Silence. Kael exhaled slowly.

“Anything could help us, my son. We need to stop her before she destroys everything.” Manuel winced, pressing a hand to his forehead. “It’s like… there’s a wall in my mind. I can’t break it. I see flashes, darkness, fire, and… her voice.” “What does she say?” He looked down, his breathing shallow. “I don't remember anything.” My blood ran cold. “Manuel,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “try to remember where she is, or what she’s planning.” He opened his mouth to speak again but then stopped.

“Don’t look at them. Look at me.” Vera tried. God, she tried. The man picked up a knife. Not large. Not dramatic. Clean. Functional. “This is about memory,” he said. “You keep forgetting where you belong.” Vera shook her head. “She has nothing to do with this.” “That’s what makes her useful.” The knife went in. Lina cried out—a sharp, broken sound that cut straight through Vera’s chest. The man twisted it slowly, deliberately, watching Vera’s face, not Lina’s.

“Something is wrong.” Nova felt it too. “The Architect is attacking your memories directly.” The woman clenched her fists. “Hold on to them!” Another shock slammed through the network. A man suddenly looked confused. “Wait… why am I here?” The group turned toward him. Fear spread instantly. “No,” the older man said firmly. “You remember.” “I… don’t.” Nova stepped closer. “You came because you refused to forget.” The man stared at her uncertainly. “I… think…” The Architect spoke again.

X pulled from his jacket a small notebook and began taking notes in it with a graphite pencil, as if it were the 1950s as was his style of dress, instead of 2024, a time of tablets, cell phones, and laptops. X later told me that he and the other Men in Black have eidetic memories and that the whole notebook routine was a part of their presentation style. It could tell a lot about a person how they responded to knowing that what they were saying was being recorded. Some people got nervous. Other people looked they were taking the questioning more seriously and tried harder to recall details if they knew it was being recorded. Still others, particularly those who had been through stress or tra

He just got down to his level. “The noise is loud,” Ronan said, his voice low and calm, not the usual bark of the guards. “It gets inside your head.” The man looked at him, surprised. “You have to find a quiet place inside,” Ronan said. “A memory. A good one. Hold onto it. It’s stronger than the noise.” The man stared at him. No one had ever talked to him like this. Not in the Citadel. “What… what kind of memory?” the man whispered.