The Nibiru Effect

Is It Real?

Will Jr. came to with a yelp. His heart thrummed within his chest. His hands shook. His throat felt like sandpaper, yet he managed to croak out a few words.

"Wh-what just happened?"

He felt sluggish. His movements were jerky and unpredictable. His vision was blurry. He tried to focus, but all he could make out was the occasional detail.

Dust. Boxes of junk. Old, mouldy furniture.

He was in the attic. That explained the heterogeneousness of his surroundings, but not what he was doing there. Or why he felt like he had just been run over by a herd of lava demons.

It was not until he spotted the small wooden box that lay before him that things finally started making sense. Details began falling into place, and in a matter of seconds, everything made sense.

The memory organizer.

One look was enough to reveal it was still attached to his arm. At first glance, it resembled a watch, but Will Jr. knew better. Overwhelmed by the urge to free himself from it, he grabbed hold of the mysterious device and pulled. To his utter surprise, the wristband split into a dozen jointed barbs and retracted into the metallic disc. Breathing a sigh of relief, Will Jr. snatched it up and chucked it away.

The memory organizer flew through the air for a brief moment before hitting an old dresser. After a short plummet, it rolled around for a few seconds, then came to rest against the very box from whence it came.

Will Jr. stared at the strange device, breathing heavily. He did not want to believe it, yet there was no denying what he had just experienced. As impossible as it seemed, he had relived his father's memories.

"No," he muttered. He had not merely relived his father's memories. He had become his father. It sounded insane, yet it was true.

Will Jr. had learned more about his father in the past few minutes—or however long he had spent linked to the memory organizer—than he ever had from his mother. Or his grandparents, for that matter. He could not help resenting them, but such feelings faded almost as quickly as they had appeared. With the help of the memory organizer, Will Jr. now possessed a veritable cornucopia of information about his father. All he had to do was let the mysterious device work its magic, and he would get to know his father in ways he would never have thought possible.

Will Jr. stood up andwalked over to the memory organizer. It felt warm against his skin, but he knewit was not the metal that burned hot, but rather the memories it contained. Theteenager took a seat and placed the device on his wrist. It came to life andencircled his wrist. Moments later, Will Jr. was overwhelmed by his father'smemories.