This Is Your Brain On Parasites Novels & Stories

Blair said, “This indicates that... I have the male parasite of the Necro Poison in my body.” Compared to the doctor’s worry, Blair seemed relieved. Anthony did not lie to him. There really was the male parasite in his body. In that case, his claim that the male parasite could counteract the female parasite should also be true. Amos looked at the parasite in the petri dish and said with a heavy expression, “Does this confirm that Master Blair has the male parasite of the Necro Poison?” Dr. Sandman did not speak and instead replaced the needle with a new one. “May I have two drops of your blood?”

"But hallucinations require an antidote to reverse. After the murder, the woman chased neighbors and calmed down by the time the police arrived. So it's not 'Inferno.'" "The second is 'Mind Parasite,' an ancient parasite known as 'Control Worm.' It enters the brain and allows another person to control the host's actions, with the host retaining full memory of the events."

“No, We’re more physical than that. Obviously.” He removes his hand. “I don’t understand.” “In real life, we’re no bigger than a few clothing threads. We’ve woven ourselves into your spinal cord, parts of your brainstem, and some of your organs.” “Like a parasite?” He steps back. “Ew, that’s gross.” “The term ‘parasite’ is a little pejorative, but we’ll live with it. For now.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult.” Trent chuckles, shaking his head. “Then again, this is a dream. Not real anyway, right?”

"You're not going to have more of your investigation anymore because probably, he will send us the file for the parasite." "Well, if I won't be making more investigations, I'll study the parasite file which was already sent on our emails. Of course, nothing can be made perfect, and that's the reason why Dr. Jhero called us here. The parasites were designed to be controlled and follow all of his orders, it is connected to a software that is located inside his body, specifically on his brain. Now, aside from the control thing that the parasite was designed for, it should be breakable too, and like a real virus, could get rid off with. But the problem is, they don't know how to. So they called

Something he hadn’t invited in. “It’s a parasite,” he said, the word landing between them with the weight of salt-soaked truth. His voice sounded rougher than usual, like it had been scraped over stone. “It’s not just here. It’s riding the connection. Feeds on the friction, fattens up every time we flinch.” As soon as he named it, the thing pushed back. Not hard. Just… clever. A brush against his mind, feather-light, wearing his own thoughts like a mask.

At that moment, Jacob walked over and asked, “Mr. Mayo, there’s something I don’t understand. Why were the parasites chased out by the bells and rums?’ Thomas gave a simple explanation, “Different parasites have different weaknesses. These parasites are scared of piercing sounds. When you kept on creating those sounds around the patient, these parasites will become agitated and restless. They will want to run away. “Then, you cut up the patient’s foot, opening up an escape route for the parasites. You gave them a chance to run, so they’ll definitely charge over there without looking back.” It was then that Jacob came to a realization. “I see, so that’s how it is. “So, when you asked me to pu

"The parasites grow and grow till they burst out. Making it difficult to move around beforehand. With the little critters eating away at one's synapses it makes it to difficult to do much of anything." "Sounds terrible. How does one get them?" Melinda did not like the sound of them. "How do you protect against them?" "You can't. Treatment is the only option if you are not a Lighting cultivator. The parasites are really rare. Only someone raising them particularly do they have a chance of even living here. The environment is to rich. They prefer bright places with lots and lots of discharges of energy." Ren relieved her fears. "I doubt more than 30 or so people are afflicted with this."

Elle had done too much for him to toss her away like that, and she wasn’t ready to give him another chance to do it again. Instead, she went out to see Doctor Cayden. He was in the living room, but Scout was nowhere to be seen. “I sent him home for a while.” Doctor Cayden explained. “He was missing his mother, and the apartment is starting to get a little crowded.” Then Doctor Cayden began to describe a single-cell parasite that spreads through direct contact. It travels to the brain. When the microbe reaches the nervous system’s center, it latches onto the gray matter and affects dreams.

It screamed at me and I just ignored it. "Parasitic Gun" I said that my gun appeared at the same time that whoever it hits will have a parasite in their brain and it will cause me to control them, but it is necessary to put the bullet in my brain, because if the body part is mine, it will only have the effect of a normal gun that will only cause wounds to the enemy...

"In every case, at the junction between the cerebral cortex and the brainstem, we identified an unknown parasitic organism. It wasn't detected in the initial autopsies because of where it was located." The image zoomed in. Thin, golden, thread-like organisms were coiled together inside the brain tissue, forming what looked like a symbiotic structure. A wave of quiet shock passed through the room. "We've provisionally identified this as a cortical parasite. It appears to secrete a substance that significantly enhances concentration, memory, and logical processing, which may explain the victims' unusually high academic performance before death." The parents stared at the screen, struggling to