Unbroken Brain 소설 & 이야기

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

The nerve of this woman, she did not think she needed to report, where does she think she is? “You do not have to report anything but since we are mates and all that. It is considerate to tell me your whereabouts because when something happens to you, I feel it and it is not a nice feeling being woken up in the middle of the night just because someone decided it was a good idea to go for a run without telling anyone. What if you were injured or attacked by rogues?” she is pissing me off!

Sam stretched as she woke the next morning. She felt more rested and relaxed than she had in a long time despite a raging headache assaulting her. Sam slowly opened one eye but closed it quickly as the rays of sunlight were like knives stabbing into her brain. She groaned quietly burying her head in her pillow when a hand that wasn’t hers brushed her thigh.

“Jesus titty-fucking Christ, Zeke, you make it sound like we’re in a fucking Marvel movie or something.” Zeke just shrugs. “No one truly knows what the conceivable abilities of the human brain could be if we truly used it to its full potential. Our experiment simply unlocked some of that untapped potential. We disbanded the experiment immediately after Nick’s breakdown, and all samples of the serum and all copies of the formula were effectively destroyed. In retrospect, I suppose I should have foreseen that tampering with the brains of already mentally-imbalanced individuals probably was not the best course of action.” I barely hold back a snort. “You could say that again.”

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

Probably why Dad took to using buckets of ice water from across the room before we had alarms. Better that than risking loss of limb before I’m fully conscious and capable of recognizing friend from foe. Though it could be argued that anything pulling me from the only break my brain gets is an enemy. At least in that moment I’m “revived” from sleep. The only place I don’t have to think. To process. To be assaulted by the relentless barrage of input my brain absorbs like a starved leech. That’s the “genius” part. I don’t even register half the shit I take in. It just wedges itself somewhere in the attic of my skull, quietly collecting until something snaps.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

“Huh? Doesn't the virus cause the brain to degenerate? Although research on the Infected had long stopped, there once was a time when it was still possible to research on them.” “Then, why do they not die? Why does the brain stop degenerating after a certain mark? What’s that mark before the brain stops degenerating? What functions are lost and what stays? If the reason why they’re so strong and fast is because the brain no longer limits them and their muscles are constantly used to its full potential, how do their bodies not break down too? Once we know all of these, can they be rehabilitated?” Elias looked at Angie with his jaw slack. He had never once questioned things to this extent. “Wh

Maybe. A chill ran down Chandra's back. It is thinking about many problems at once. It turned out that while communicating with Chandra and Amaris, even during the jailbreak, Brawen still left a part of his brain to write this manual for him. That head is horrible. Chandra couldn't imagine Brawen's IQ. Just one head, but it works like two brains put together. Part thinking about how to crack, part answering communication, part recalling knowledge to rewrite skills, calculating hundreds of possible possibilities in a match.