Period No Erase Romane & Geschichten

It was an email from Becker, containing a condensed video folder. I downloaded it and then scrolled through the videos. I was looking for a specific date stamp: June 21st. But it did not exist. The last date stamp was from July 12th, which had been two weeks from now. I dialed Becker. He picked up. “You got it?” he asked me. “Yes,” I replied, “But I’m looking for security footage for the morning, afternoon, and evening of June 21st.” “Thomas,” he said, “Security footage automatically gets wiped clean every fifteen days. You know that, right?”

he assured after smelling the anxiety from Zane’s scent. “Now, this mark will disappear less than half a day. But we can immediately remove it, too. Do you remember what I did when I marked you?” Zane’s forehead knitted, trying to recall what Tyr did to him. He robotically placed his palm on the mark and requested his print to remove the mark. A proud smirk flashed on Tyr’s face. Zane really is a good student. “You’re doing great.” Tyr’s words also made Zane smile. “You can erase any memory of the subject you wish to remove. But always remember, once we erase them, we can never bring them back.”

Sharon's hand trembled, spilling a few drops of tea from her cup. "If Thomas undergoes hypnosis… does that mean I… can no longer appear before him?" Uriah's voice was measured, precise. "The shorter the period of memory suppression, the more effective it is. The longer the span of hypnosis, the more diluted the effect becomes. Erasing six months of memory is not the same as erasing two years. And another point: it's easier to erase a period of time than to erase a single person. The reason is simple: erasing a person requires hiding far too much. The hypnotized individual might notice something irregular and start investigating. If the memory resurfaces, the hypnosis loses all meaning."

Not even flies were this persistent! I took a step back before speaking. "Mr. Mercer, you mean nothing to me. I don't even know you! So what if we were engaged? That's in the past. Just leave me alone!" "The memory-wiping drug's effects only last a month. Three more days have already passed. So why hasn't your memory returned?" Nathaniel sounded dejected and confused, but then he straightened up again. "It's fine. I've already put the lab on overtime to analyze the drug. You will remember me."

A neural lock. "You see," Elias continued, "to truly refine the 'Memory Eraser,' I need a consistent subject. Someone whose life is full of rich, technical knowledge and deep, agonizing trauma. Every time you start to remember that this lab is yours, that this invention is yours, or that your daughter is buried in the cemetery three miles from here... I simply press a button." "No," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. "Elias, please—" "Shh," he whispered, his finger finally pressing the key on the terminal. "Don't be haunted by the bad memories, Doctor. Let’s focus on the good ones. Like how brilliant your assistant is."

The System’s voice emerged, mechanical and cold, its tone sharper than I’d ever heard: [Warning: Chronostasis ability requires Life Force expenditure.] [Overuse may destabilize user’s neural integrity.] [Potential outcome: Total memory erasure or System corruption.] I froze. “Memory erasure?” Echo’s whisper drifted faintly: “To wield time is to burn existence itself. Every rewind takes something — a piece of who you are.” So that was it. A final test. Power, yes — but not without sacrifice. Still, I clenched my fists. I’d lost too much already to stop now.

Dante could not believe his ears. "When did this happen?" "She filed the paperwork seven days ago. Her legal identity was officially erased today." "Do you have her current information? I need to know where she is!" "Sorry, once someone goes through the identity erasure process, there's no way to trace them. She's completely off the books." Dante's body trembled as an overwhelming sense of panic consumed him. He now knew I was leaving him and that I had started planning it seven days ago.

"This is from yesterday. 11:02 a.m. Just when your supposed visitor arrived. Except, see..." I moved forward completely interested. The tape started rolling, one moment, the reception area was empty and the next, my receptionist was on a call. I didn't see anything wrong with it until Edger told me to watch again. That's when I noticed the gap. Five whole minutes appeared to have passed in an instant and then ten more. How was that even possible? "We had a gap in the footage?" "Yes and No." Edgar replied sadly. "It was erased." I turned back to him sharply. "Erased by who? How?"

Santiago nodded in approval and they headed for the stairs and stood back against the wall, then a click was heard and light illuminated the area but their position was still shrouded in darkness. They listened closely till they heard footsteps retreat and Chez peeped to be sure she was gone. When the coast was clear, he motioned for Santiago to follow his footsteps and he did. Swiftly they got into the room but as Santiago was heading for the window, Chez seemed a little distracted. " Dude, in case you've forgotten, we've got a five minute timer against us" he reminded his partner. " I know, I'm only contemplating how much of a devil I am if this little angel dies" Chez says with a hint of

It is everything that has ever taken place, taken away by a tiny little skip across time, like a stone skipping across water. But you cant just . . . erase all of the past! Sure I can. Like shortening a skirts waistband. Just remove the excess fabric and draw the two parts together and its like that middle part never existed. We start fresh. The whole cycle will repeat itself, and Ill have another shot at luring in the important souls. Souls like-- You will never get him. He will never join your side.