818 - the story

[Korolia]

CHAPTER 8

Once in control of his equipment, Marcellus felt much more at ease, and sighed in relief. It would have been otherwise very hard to concentrate with such a beautiful, fertile young woman lying nude in front of him. It was something natural that nobody could repress. But only because he was a doctor of experience, he could forget about these primal needs, and focus on what was at hand.

Destroying various parts of her static memory. Memories that were literally impossible to forget, even with the help of strong chemical. Things that were carved within the soul of a being, that could only be removed forcefully. By the past, it was done by surgery, a very crude method mostly to keep dangerous insane patients at asylums under control. It left a vegetative patient, with a highly damaged brain, mentally retarded.
What they were doing, using electronic pulses emitted through nanomachines, was much more sophisticated, but all the more dangerous. It required a delicate touch to handle so miniature machines, in such a fragile environment as the human brain.
The memory purging. It was yet another procedure he invented. Originally conceived to help soldiers experiencing traumatic experiences to recover by purging the memories causing the traumatic event. It worked rather well, too, but the committee on ethic refused the method be made public, and reserved the use only for classified military demands, such as recycling a special service agent, or, a program like the one he was leading.
Using nanomachines, Marcellus was able to target certain memories - read using electronic frequencies, and erase them by emitting a concentrated but highly focused energy beam on certain area of the human brain.
It was a lot more elegant than slicing a brain open.
But still quite disturbing. For the greater good though, such procedures had to be invented...

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There is no bathroom!