64 Perfect Recall (2/2)

”Are… are you… are… you… going…”

”Please stop stuttering, Miss Allison. It's very hard to understand what you are saying. If you are asking about whether I'm going to experiment on you again then the answer is no. We have learned all that we need to from your biology. We have also mapped out your brain for simulation. If we want to do more experiment, we could always clone you and then study the clones instead.”

I answer truthfully with a smile.

That seems to calm her down a little.

”What… what did you learn?”

Allison asks hesitantly. She is also curious about her ability. She has heard about plenty of people with eidetic and photographic memory, but they are not as perfect as hers.

The moment she takes a glance at anything, she can recall it perfectly even without meaning to.

”What you have already figure out yourself, Miss Allison. You have a perfect memory. We call it Perfect Recall. The moment you see or hear something, you can recall it perfectly. Your brain is more akin to a computer hard drive, capable of storing and recalling information without any losses. Unfortunately, there is a reason why a normal brain tends to forget useless things.”

I answer before exhaling deeply.

The woman didn't seem to understand what I am implying, so I guess I will have to spell it out for her.

”It means that you are dying or will be soon, Miss Allison. By our very good estimation, you won't live pass 30 years old because your mind will start to deteriorate rapidly sometimes in the next couple of years. This is because your brain will run out of space, and instead of deleting all the useless stuffs, it will try to hold onto everything at the expense of your own wellbeing.”

Her eyes widen.

She refuses to believe it. She only has less than a decade to live!?

”I'm… going to die?”

Her eyes become watery.

She has only begin living just now with a stable job and great income, and now she has learned she is going to die.

The shock is immense.

”It doesn't need to be. We know what the problem is, and we can fix it easily. If you do something for me, I will make sure that you will live over 100 years in perfect health and comfort. You don't even need to give up that ability of yours. In fact, I wouldn't want you to.”

I point out and place my cup on the mini table by the side of the couch.

Her ability – Perfect Recall – could be said as the next step in human evolution.

The 31st century has proved that the human body can be so much more.

That is why augmentation exists in the first place.

It isn't so much about introducing nanomachines to the human body and strengthen its immune system, it is about rewriting the human genome and unlocking the hidden potential within.

Rapid Regeneration. Perfect Memory. Super Strength. Super Speed – just to name a few.

These are all theoretically possible, but the human body never meant to exhibit these kinds of abilities due to the immense stress.

For example, superstrength or superspeed may sounds fun and all, but the metabolism must keep up with the increased energy requirement by the muscles.

Usually it doesn't, causing the person to starve to death regardless of how much they eat. Their stomach simply unable to extract energy fast enough to keep their body alive.

A real-life example is Allison. Her mind won't be able to keep storing information endlessly. It will shut down due to overload, and when it does, she will be braindead.

Those that demonstrated some signs of evolved human abilities usually don't get to live long into old age and have children, passing on the necessary genes.

Allison looks at me and blinks.

”Something for you, Mr. Maxwell?”

Allison utters weakly. Her mind seems to know what I want. There could only be one thing.

A man and a woman alone in a room – what else could it be?

”Yes, something for me, Miss Allison. Do you know what it is?”

I question as I lean closer to her. The couch is quite small, allowing me to be right in her face.

Allison immediately backs away until her back is against the armrest of the couch.

”No… I don't, Mr. Maxwell.”

Allison mumbles and looks away from me. There is a red tint upon her cheeks.

Is she blushing? Yes, she is!

I suppose I am a good catch, after all. Being young, handsome and extremely wealthy. I am also a good father if anyone has noticed me with Antigone.

”Since you don't, I will tell you outright, Miss Alison. I want you to give me a baby. Can you do that for me?”

Allison takes a moment to give me a light nod, shyly. She closes her eyes and waits for a kiss.

”Alright then.”

I get off the couch abruptly.

”We will find out which of your co-workers is a perfect match for you, genetically. It is to ensure your ability get pass onto the next generation. Over time, your descendants will live a long and healthy life without our help, as evolution is a wonderful thing.”

This is the beauty of natural selection.

Allison is speechless. She seems to be pissed about something.

I wonder what it could be.