Memory Novels & Stories

He couldn't. Hope surged through my veins as I hurriedly picked up the second bottle and turned it to read its label. Remembro. And, that's was when all that was glued back together with hope. Shattered all over again. Pieces of me laid there on the floor. Shattered. Tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, making them shine. Remembro is an illegal drug in Eleneas. It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things.

He needs to complete some part of his plan. Whatever it is, it's not a good thing. Silence reigned. I won't deny that this bastard is getting better, but I'm better and I'm going to finish him. My cell phone started to ring, pulling me out of my thoughts. - Hello? Listen to the person on the other side breathing. - Hello?... Is it so difficult to answer? After a few seconds I heard a laugh... Humberto Reis. -He's so stressed, so young and he's already like that.

PROTOCOL OVERRIDE DETECTED LOCATION: CITY SECTOR 04 USER: AURORA Movement halted unexpectedly. EMOTIONAL STATUS REPORT HEART RATE +19% COGNITIVE PRESSURE DETECTED A sensation moved through her consciousness. Not pain. Recognition. Something brushed against memory architecture. A name. Nearly visible. Nearly accessible. Then gone. MEMORY ACCESS FAILURE TARGET FILE NOT FOUND Aurora turned slowly. Because this did not feel like a recall. It felt like insertion. Like something forgotten had been quietly returned to active systems. Waiting. Observing. Measuring. Waiting to determine who would notice first.

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

The golden hue of the sun scattered evenly and softly throughout the room. Caesar sat in front of his laptop, cradling Lola in his arms, opening the files sent by Herman. Lola was seated on his lap, yawning impatiently. She was extremely sleepy. She reached out to touch, but unfortunately, she didn't touch anything. An Alpha's chest didn't provide her with the satisfying feel she wanted. Human memory is limited, like a warehouse. People selectively remember useful, memorable things. Those irrelevant ones are gradually discarded as age progresses.

After that, Sophie became a little sad and depressed as she said, “A human’s memory in itself is already not that good. Not many people will be able to remember everything. Humans can only remember certain things more clearly by using repetition to deepen and etch them deeply in our memory. This is similar to how we used to memorize our textbooks when we were young…” “In the first few days after returning from Japan, our benefactor’s face and appearance were still clearly etched in my mind. However, after so many days, his appearance seems to have become increasingly blurred. I have been trying to constantly think of him so that

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

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 moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

But what was the use of remembering them when they yielded nothing? Now the only thing on my mind presently was the one I was going to now. I had seen it last month and called the number and what I heard was, ‘We will get back to you shortly I had heard similar words before: ‘ We can get back to you in a day or two'. But those days turned to never and when I wasn’t called throughout the month, I gave up but here I am getting prepared. I had the determination to achieve two things of which I had achieved one