Vivian dances on the waxed Mahgonian floor. This memory is not its memory, but it follows the suggestions anyway. Rock step, triple step, triple step. Her specialist bounces on arid concrete. Its ends do not match the dimensions of the body. It is very long, very peach. She spins, as if her body stands shorter. Stress.
It is a good memory, though. You could choose much worse. Her colleague in the room – those who need so far along the process she needed to remind the reason for her being here – on the anniversary of her third son’s birthday. The room colleague has no child. She does not know where the boy came from or where he went, but she knows that she loves him in a deep, crushing and difficult way.
The remaining edges of the Vivian memory, the original memory, still remain in its head. Her father was screaming, his face was red. Her feet rose to the active copper band music. He returned home early, but she didn’t know the reason. She was dancing, crying and spinning. She pronounced blood stains from a green cohesive mountain. Weight settled.
This brick of permanent nausea does not limit itself to the stomach of Vivian, but it spreads its load on its arms, its shoulders, its wages, and the fingers of its feet. You did not mean that. You remember it a lot. It was twice in size, and it was afraid. Perhaps it was self -defense. But would it be here if it was? The rest went. exchange.
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Vivian’s first technology was very patient, as she allowed her to scroll for an hour through memories catalog, where she searched for a new past. The following wires are used and striking like the music player. You get what you get, no complaint. Rehabilitation of memory is not designed as punishment, but what you did is worth the punishment. (Isn’t it?) She expects cruelty. He desires that. These machines and wires alone cannot be exempt.
She hopes to take the verdict after that: the image of the judge’s frown, which was listed on that day that was now distributed. All the details. (She does not remember her actions, but she remembers them.) Her father’s absence in the courtroom. She acknowledged that she was guilty. Confused begging. They begged them to fix it. She begged them to explore this part of her brain. But she does not choose what will happen and what remains. It removes technology and replacing everything that is not compatible with a rehabilitation life.
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Vivian stands at the edge of the beach in an unknown country, and turquoise water shirts that bend in the sand surrounding their toes. There are only good memories in the database, all of which are volunteering by citizens models who believe they, too, can join society – all and human. But good depends on the context and do not get the context. It is on the edge of the water for an unknown country and does not know how it got there or how it returned. When you look down, the sand is now tangible. Her colleague in the room complains to her to get some sleep.
Your mind will restore its history. I took a plane to the beach and then returned. Do not think about it.
This is true, it was on a plane.
The following technology gives it three minutes to search through the catalog while the poles are fun on the base of their skull. Choose quickly. Do not think about it. Upon completion of the operation, its memories of this facility will be rewritten.
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Vivian raises elites at a friend’s wedding. Guests are strangers, but they talk to them like ancient college friends.