Memory Of An Elephant Novels & Stories

By the time I was done, I would know more than any computer engineer in existence. Mirele found the output slots for the speakers on Grandfather's computer and we amused ourselves by occasionally playing random music files, mixed with animal sounds. The first clip we played was a loud, angry trumpeting noise from an elephant, and it just about made everyone in the room jump out of their skins.

I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again. Kairos came back over, and I raised my bottle. "To having the memory of an elephant," I said with a smile, clinking mine against his, but he paused. “Elephant?” I couldn’t help but laugh at his confusion. “It’s a land animal. Big ears, long trunk, incredible memory.” Kairos frowned. “I have no idea what that is.” That surprised me. I mean, he knew so much. “You really don’t?” He shook his head. “We don’t really study land animals. Not unless they pose a threat in the water. I know what a shark is. Not an… ‘el-phin’?”

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."

she smiles at me. "Do you think someone can be incapable of loving?" "No," she chuckles, her gentle laughter echoing through the bedroom. "No?" I repeat her with a tilted head. "Man is the only kind on this Earth that can have this improved brain. We think, move, breathe, sleep... feel. Because of the brain. And the brain has the ability to store and remember lots of information, including memories. The brain is something truly unique. It can delete pieces of information that it considers as less important. But memories that left stronger feelings in you can be stored in the memory for long. Really long. That's why your grandma might remember in perfect detail the first time she saw your gra

VENITA: Unlike other times when I often got confused or couldn't remember what happened, this time everything was crystal clear in my memory. I could vividly recall the details of the scientific study I had been conducting. It was utterly perplexing – how had I become connected to the animal kingdom?

"My six skills are increased hearing, increased athletics, eidetic memory, low light vision, fertility, and resonance." "Can you elaborate on those skills?" Ellie asked as she flicked away at the table top inputting the information into the computer using her flickerboard. "Which ones?" "Started with the increased skills. Is it increase as in more than human or more than the average hybrid?" "Hybrid for both." "Eidetic memory: how much can you recall?" "If I look at it and tell myself to remember, then I can create an exact replica. It doesn't work very well with scenery, but I can do anything with text."

⸻ It simply observed. 👁️ ⸻ For eternity. ⸻ Watching possibilities become realities. Watching realities become memories. Watching memories become legends. ⸻ Never acting. ⸻ Never choosing. ⸻ Never participating. ⸻ 🌙 Elian Remembers Suddenly— Elian grabbed his head. ⚡ Pain exploded across his face. 💥 ⸻ Hidden memories surfaced. ⸻ Thousands. Millions. ⸻ A forgotten truth. ⸻

asks Lion with wide eyes, "That's amazing How much can you remember, from birth?" "Of course not," I answer, laughing, "My earliest memory is from when I was two years old, at my mother's funeral. I remember sitting in a rocking chair with oatmeal cookies my grandmother gave me and I even remember what I was wearing. It's not a good memory, but there it is anyway."

After thirty minutes of our walk, I told him that I wanted a break and headed into the forest, while he sat by a tree. I checked my watch, I have been walking for three minutes now, As my mind was clouded with several thoughts, I did not realize that the tree branches around me were broken and the grass floor under my feet was crushed. It almost looked like a clearing. I halted to a stop. It’s too late. Few feet, ahead of me was a giant elephant, munching a huge bamboo stem. My eyes were transfixed at the huge form in front of me. I can feel the sweat dripping off my forehead. I should leave this place before it notices, I swayed at my feet, extremely cautious not to make a sudden move as to

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