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Selective Memories
Selective Memories
Selective Memories
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Selective Memories

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In the future, mankind has continued to tempt his fate with machines. Now he is beginning to focus on the mind and immortality from the clicking beasts, but who is this new being, and how far can human flesh be pulled forward, not aging, collecting all those memories? Mankind has decided to edit the mind, dangerous new territory.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateJul 13, 2017
ISBN9781387099252
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    Selective Memories - Rebecca Troup

    Selective Memories

    Selective Memories

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    ISBN 978-1-387-09925-2 © 2017 Kaela Creighton

    (Short Story)

    Tom sat back in the chair.  The equipment around him reminded him of tentacles, reaching for him.  The lights were all too bright, offsetting the grey skies outside of the clinic.  That day, the uncomfortable chairs remained empty of humankind.  People did their duty to society in the form of working.

    He had a good job at the plant.  They paid and fed him well.  He had lots of free time.  Tom had spent the greater part of the day reflecting on his life and this big decision.  He may have been only three hundred, but he’d seen a lot. 

    And he couldn’t afford the expensive surgery to add memory holders, not that it bothered him too much. 

    Tom leaned back and let the memories come.  He practiced for the doctor who would run through his soupy brain and delete those moments best forgotten. 

    He reached out and grabbed one of the lines.

    Hey, sir, please don’t touch that, the doctor said.  His voice came out raspy, as if he had a cold.  The dyed, black

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