Novel & Cerita Personality Oblivion

How the line between protection and possession had blurred so completely that Adrian’s very presence had become a challenge he couldn’t see he’d created. It had been hard. Brutally, agonizingly hard. Every session peeled away layers of control, of impulse, of unrestrained desire to consume Adrian wholly. He had written journals—thousands of words of reflection, regret, and resolve. He had trained his mind to recognize the difference between love and possession.

Elion said. "I'm efficient." "You're tragic." "I'm here." Elion took a breath. He pulled his notebook out of his pocket. Anomaly 49: The Glitch. Memory loss specific to childhood/mother. Basic cultural knowledge erased. Correlation: Occurred after the Kitchen Incident. He wrote a new note. He is losing his humanity to keep me human. Elion closed the book. "Okay," Elion said. "New rule." "Another rule?" "Yes. If there's music... I lead. If there's pop culture... I answer. You stick to the math. You stick to the physics."

After all, even he could not understand how my mind worked. But fortunately, I did not disappoint him this time as I shook my head at them. "You aren't truly sorry. You're just scared of Theodore's retribution. You're only worried about yourselves. My obliviousness is just a way to protect myself. But now that I know you wanted to hurt me, I won't let this be." Only then did I understand why I had become so oblivious. Back at the orphanage, many adults had said we were children who had been abandoned. There had been plenty of bullying among the children too.

"I'll need full access to her for the next week. No interruptions. No visits from your mistress or the twins." "Done. I want her completely devoted to me. Obsessed even." "That can be arranged." I made a note in my journal. "Though I should warn you, complete reconditioning of this magnitude has risks. There's a small chance of total personality collapse." "Meaning?" "Meaning she could become catatonic. A living doll with no will of her own." Michael considered this for a moment. "And if that happens?" "Then we start over with a new subject." I met his eyes coldly. "Science requires sacrifice."

"You call the erasure of four billion souls a promotion? You call the 'Golden Parasite' a gift?" "Individualism is a glitch, Gianna," Elena said, walking through the holographic displays. "It is a messy, inefficient byproduct of biology. The Source offers the Singularity. Total connection. Total memory. No more grief. No more secrets. No more alleys." She looked at Nevan. "Wouldn't you like that, Alpha? To have the memory of your father's death erased? To have the guilt washed away by the tide of a billion minds? You could finally be free of the knife."

He happily pointed my dad but he was just sitting there, staring at the books on top of the table. "I haven't said goodbye," I found myself mumbling those words, but I already made up my mind not to. --because in order to succeed, I must be ready to sacrifice that impudent moment. "Oblivion, we can be able to forcibly erase his memories that resided on a specific time but the stronger the soul is, regardless of the time, it will also forcibly come back, most especially in a saddening situation," Shaun explained. "You two aren't sure about this, aren't you?" He confusingly asked again after hearing no comment from us. Well, what can I even say?

The Science of the Zero-State Liling gestured to the holographic streams. The data wasn't flowing in a linear path; it was collapsing into a singular point—a Data Singularity. PhaseNameEffect on Population Phase 1The Great EmptinessWidespread depression and longing for the 'Wave'. Phase 2Ego-DissolutionErasure of personal history and long-term memory. Phase 3The Blank SlateRe-upload of the Sovereign Mandate as 'Original Thought'. "When the world wakes up tomorrow," Liling continued, "they won't remember the Thorne name. They won't remember the Vance 'empathy'. They will only know the Mandate."

“It's just my mother had that disorder, and they come out when something triggers them to. The personality usually identifies themselves with colours. Black, blue and orange. When she is black, I am usually happy, but orange….” He paused, taking a deep breath. “When she is orange I get abused verbally, she is always drunk. And as blue, she only behaves like a child. It was so difficult to keep up with those personalities. I got tired and wired.” He then stopped speaking. “That's all Amanda. But I got over it now. She died. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. You could clearly see he was burning inside but he chose to close it.”Those memories shouldn't be remembered, he thought.

The ledger lay open on Isabella’s desk, a brutal relic sprawled across polished glass like an uninvited truth. The pages, yellowed and fragile, seemed to hum with the weight of two decades of buried pain. Outside her suite, the Cornish night was quiet. Too quiet. But inside, her world was crashing. She stared at the line she had already memorised, read it again anyway: “Voluntary: No. Highly resistant personality. Excessive cognitive independence. Unwillingness to adhere to societal norms. High emotional attachments. Potential for systemic destabilisation.”

There were so many emotions mixed together that she couldn't even tell if it was anger, regret, or just wanting to let go of everything for some peace. One thing was certain though—the Netherrealm could wipe away memories from past lives as long as they took a sip of the Oblivion Draught and crossed Severance Bridge. No matter how intense the feelings from a previous life were—love, hate, whatever—they would all get erased. Never to be remembered again. Vexon could see all of this because the Mournglow River stretched out right in front of them. Under thick mist, the Severance Bridge floated in the water.