Plastic Memories Novels & Stories

Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

People Mara had silenced. Jessica’s voice crackled over the comms. “I’m getting an uplink. Something’s piggybacking on your telemetry. Data stream inbound. You need to pull back.” The walls began to pulse. A message appeared on every surface. “We are the remembrance of choice. You burned the mirror. Now we become the glass.” Torin stared at it, breathless. “It’s a memorial.” “No,” Lena whispered. “It’s a seed.” The node wasn’t a weapon. It was a library. Emotional templates. Histories. Arguments. Love. Betrayals. Grief. All stored in crystal neural strands. Not code. Memory.

C H A P T E R 5 : M R F I C T I O N Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase, by incorporating extraneous features. — Primo Levi ~ No matter how hard I tried, I could not find it. The frame is still empty, and the picture is gone. I bring the cup of tea close to my lips and take a sip.

she explained. Her mother almost lost her balance. Jemiah thought that her daughter had been through a lot, and she almost cried. Seeing her child having a false memory wrecks her heart. "I'm sorry to say this, mother. But she needed to stay here for a month and a half. We will do our best to treat her, but we cannot assure that we can do something about her memories. She is suffering from False memories or confabulation. Her memories are either completely invented or made up of genuine memories misplaced in time. It causes her confusion or disorientation," says the doctor.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

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."

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

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 I can have a deeper impression of him etched into my memory, bu

However, she readily prepared a memo to record Zen’s observation on his behalf. “Unlike alcohol, memory clips are directly transferred to your brain through waves. It will cause you a terrible headache if you repeat it too many times over a short period. However, the information will surely be accurate in all manners. You’d be able to live as those who did in the clips for those few moments. Don’t you think paying for such a novel experience is a small price?’ She’s not wrong. Zen begrudgingly took the first glass. It was a martini this time, and Zen wondered if Vera was having fun making him all sorts of cocktails even when the game didn’t require it.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."