The Memory Collector Novels & Stories

"She said the mechanism had been running for so long in Ashrock that some of the people maintaining it genuinely believed the sanitized version was accurate." Sera nodded. "The most sophisticated form," she said. "When the memory management function runs long enough the people inside it stop being actors in the mechanism and become products of it. They are not suppressing the truth. They have lost access to it." "Can it be recovered?" Cole asked.

He murmured against my lips causing me to pale. How could he expect me to enjoy myself after being threatened by him? How could our relationship ever be fixed after this? “Don’t worry I have one of my men on standby. I’ll have them set a timer.” Dr. Hickory stated confidently. The mystery of my missing memories was instantly solved within minutes and it was horrifying. Dr. Hickory wasn’t meant to bring back my memories but take them away. That’s why Lucas refused to fire him and accepted me being mad at him because Dr. Hickory was the one that would erase my memories when ever he needed it.

Whoever told you that, that can't be true, I still think you and Stella are related if not sisters. Well here's the thing Paolo, I still have all the memories of my life except those related to Stella's leaving, most of the memories related to her are non-existent, I barely remembered her. Well, Bella, it's good to hire a professional, but you should know that if you decide to let go of those memories, it will only be for a good reason. Our will is very strong. I don't think those memories are easy to return. Are you even sure how real they are? Those memories are probably false memories, isn't it possible that your fragile mind longs to fill a void in it that can make up or receive anything

Efficiency: 94%. "No!" I screamed, my sunset-gold fire erupting, but it was thin, the light being sucked into the Liquidator’s suit. "You can't take that! That’s our foundation!" "It is a Non-Performing Memory, Darlene," the Liquidator countered. "It generates high emotional overhead with zero systemic utility. The Twenty-Second Cycle requires a streamlined consciousness. You don't need to 'feel' the bond to execute your duties as a Sun-Walker". "Jackson, stop this!" Leo shouted, stepping forward.

I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet. In order to stay far, far away from those idiots, I spent an hour walking in the opposite direction and dug a hole near the sea, waiting for seawater to fill it up. Then, I took out something I'd kept on me all the time. It was compact and easy to carry. The stuff was filled with survival tools. After half an hour of work, I finally crafted a container to collect freshwater and lit the kindling beneath it. A while later, I made something that could collect freshwater by collecting the moisture evaporated by sunlight.

“Host, they owe you a debt. It is time they paid it back.” Then its body slowly turned transparent. “Memory extraction complete. “Memory Broadcast Protocol activated.” Before I could tighten my fingers around its tiny paw, the last of its energy burned out. It dissolved into a wisp of pale smoke and vanished without a trace. With everything it had left, the System began broadcasting my memories. The screen in the morgue went black. When it lit up again, it was playing a memory from the year I turned ten. Back then, I had been hiding behind a door.

Three years had gone by, and here we were, still at the starting line. I lowered my head, not expecting anything anymore. I knew Eric would go back on his word the moment Tiffany shed a tear. So, they brought me to the pack's Sacred Hall, where the statue of the Moon Goddess stood tall in the center. The flame around the altar pulsed with a cold, piercing light. The elder overseeing the ritual looked grave as he warned me, "The Memory Offering is one of the oldest forbidden rites. It burns your wolf and projects your memories for all to see.

This wasn't a creature born of flesh; it was a Garbage Collection protocol given form—a dark, sleek entity tasked with reclaiming every scrap of magical data before the world was formatted to zero. "Xander," I whispered, staring at the rift as a pair of massive, obsidian claws began to tear through the violet light. "We didn't just fix the transport. We opened the door for the Cleanup Crew." The Greenland Node wasn't waiting for us to arrive. It was sending something to Collect the Assets early.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.