MidReal Story

False Memories of Tomorrow

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Nov 4

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Elara Voss

memory detective,friends with Jaxon and rivals with Lyra,short black hair,analytical and secretive

Jaxon Harte

tech genius and hacker,friends with Elara and Lyra,tall with curly brown hair,witty and loyal

Lyra Flynn

skilled fighter and bodyguard to Elara's target client,rivals with Elara and friends with Jaxon,athletic build with long blonde hair,fierce and protective

I’m lying on a metal table in one of the labs at the Science Authority.

I can’t move.

I can’t open my eyes.

I can’t speak.

I can’t breathe.

I’m dead.

No, I’m not dead.

I’m injured.

I can feel that much.

My head is splitting open, throbbing with pain.

I can feel blood trickling down my face from a cut above my eyebrow.

My left arm is broken—the bone snapped in two.

That’s why I can’t move it.

But I can still think.

That’s why I know I’m in one of the Science Authority’s labs.

I remember what happened.

I remember who did this to me.

It was…was…

Damn it!

Why can’t I remember?

I try to push through the pain, focus on the missing memory, but it won’t come.

Instead, I find myself back in the past, reliving a moment from long ago when I was still in training as a memory detective:

"Remember, trainees," my instructor says, "the brain is a fragile thing. It can be injured like any other part of the body. When that happens, memories are lost."