Knowing it will be used for evil, Robert must decide what to do with his revolutionary invention.

Outside the boardroom of Minds Inc, Robert
paced back and forth. “Animus lets you enter someone’s mind
and experience their memories,” he thought. “Yeah, that’s how I’ll say it. Animus lets you enter someone’s mind and
experience their memories. Short and to the point.” An executive opened the door. “Mr. Snow, we’re ready.” Robert froze. “Coming.” He removed his phone from his pocket and made
sure it was on silent. He entered the room and walked to the front. Thirteen black suits sat around a long wooden
table, watching him. Robert cleared his throat. “Hi, I’m Robert Snow, the inventor of
Animus.” They stared blankly. He pulled a tiny device out of his pocket
and held it in the air: it looked like an MP3 player with earphones attached. “Animus lets you enter someone’s mind
and experience their memories.” The room stayed silent. John Minds, the CEO, gestured towards an empty
seat. “Mr. Snow, can you uh, demonstrate it for
us?” “Of course.” Robert walked over to John and placed one
of the ends in his ear. “So you put the receiver in one ear, like
this.” He took a seat and placed the other end in
his own ear. “You put the sender in like this.” Robert lifted the central console and placed
his thumb in the middle. “Then you press play.” He pushed down. In an instant, Robert and John were 18 000
feet above ground, falling from the sky. Unconsciously, John let out a shout. His heart raced, as he looked around and saw
Robert next to him, falling without a parachute. He reached behind his own back and realized
he had no chute either. He yelled at Robert. “Parachute?” Robert wrapped his hand around his ear and
yelled. “What?” The wind howled past them as they plummeted
towards the Earth. John tried again. “Parachute?” Robert gave him a thumbs up. “You’re insane!” John watched the ground approach his face. “End this! We’re gonna die!” Robert smiled, and they hit the ground. John woke up screaming. He stood up, took a deep breath, and analyzed
his body. “I’m..I’m okay. What just happened?” Robert removed the Animus from John’s ear. “You weren’t in any real danger.” He walked to the front of the room. “You experienced one of my memories.” “You fell from the sky without a parachute?” “Not exactly. I took a memory of skydiving and altered it
a bit. I extended the free fall and got rid of the
parachute.” John shook his head. “Incredible.” He looked at a nearby executive. “How long were we gone for?” “F-five seconds, sir.” John looked at Robert. “How’s that possible?” “In the Animus, time flows like it does
in a dream. Five seconds here can feel like thirty minutes
in there.” “How does it work?” “Well, the sender loads a memory into the
Animus. When he pushes play, the receiver experiences
it with him.” John gestured towards the door. “I need everyone to leave. You’re dismissed for the day.” Everyone got up and left. John looked at Robert and smiled. “OK Mr. Snow. You have my attention. What do you want from me?” “I’ve worked on this for the last ten
years. I put my life savings into it—”
“So you want money?” “No. It’s not about money. It’s more than that. I think it can change the world. It can be bigger than the written word. Imagine a world where anyone can experience
someone else’s story.” “Exactly. This…this is bigger than business. But you think too small Robert.” “What do you mean?” “Experiencing a memory is nice, but imagine
if we could change them. Instead of experiencing someone’s story,
we could write it.” “But why?” “Peace.” “What do you mean?” “World peace, Robert. A fight starts because people see the world
differently. Don’t you agree?” “I-I do.” “Imagine if we all shared the same story—no
more fights.” “I can’t imagine that kind of world.” “Do you believe in truth?” “Yeah.” “If the truth exists, it must be the same
for everyone, right? It has to be the same story—the true point
of view.” “Hmm.” “We can create a better world. A world of Einstein’s. A world of Shakespeare’s.” John stood up. “A world of Robert Snow’s.” Robert hesitated. “I-I don’t know. I made it for the people.” “I’m with you Rob. But the world is moved forward by a handful
of great people. People don’t know what they want. They’re like birds in a cage. You wanna give them freedom? Learn to open the cage for them.” “And how do I do that?” “With power.” John walked over to a giant window overlooking
the city. “These people won’t appreciate you Rob. Animus will be nothing more than a toy to
them—a fancy video game. You’re naive if you think they’ll use
it for experiences beyond the bedroom, partying, or a cheap thrill.” “I have to think about it.” “Think about this. How many people do you know reading Shakespeare? Dostoyevsky?” “Not many.” “How many people do you know studying Beethoven? Mozart?” “N-not many.” “Exactly. You think Animus will be different? These people aren’t like us Robert. They’ll just use it to escape their problems
like they always have. Instead of becoming better, they want life
to be easier, and it’ll never be easy enough for them. But we can make them stronger.” “I have to think about it.” “By all means, think about it. But remember, you came to Minds for a reason,
didn’t you?” “I did.” “And what was the reason?” “You can get it into every home.” “Exactly. Power. You think I got powerful by giving the people
what they want? I give them what they need, even when they
don’t know they need it. That’s why I own the biggest building here. That’s why you’re the one coming to me
and not the other way around.” Robert stayed quiet. “Now go home and think about it. But remember Mr. Snow, all roads lead back
to me. Take it to another company? I’ll buy them out. Get it to market? I’ll have my best scientists tear it apart
and figure out how it works. Don’t make this harder than it needs to
be. It’s your destiny to bring Animus into the
world, and it’s mine to take it to the next level. Don’t let your ego get in the way of progress. We can do great things together.” As Robert exited the room, John yelled after
him. “I want the same thing you do: a better
world.” On the way back to his car, Robert pulled
out his phone. He had missed three calls from the same number. He opened a voicemail they had left and gave
it a listen. “Hi Mr. Snow. I’m calling from St. Catherines hospital.” Robert’s heart sank. “It’s about your mother. She got into a severe car accident, and well,
she’s in a coma. We’re not sure if she’ll make it through
the night.” Robert got in his car and drove towards the
hospital. Robert stared at his mother, her face pale
and expressionless, her body lacerated from the crash. She appeared lifeless. “Where are you,” he thought. “Where are you going?” He walked to the door and peered through the
glass, ensuring that no one was in the hallway. He pulled the Animus out of his bag and grabbed
a toque from his coat pocket. Robert connected the receiver piece to his
temple, concealing it under the toque. He sat in the chair next to her, connected
the sender to her temple, and positioned her head to the side. “Here goes nothing,” he said and switched
it on. ***
Robert stood on a lawn, between two spruce trees. The winter wind cut through his down jacket,
and the snow climbed up to his knees. He looked ahead and saw his childhood home. It gave a welcoming glow against the starry
night. Holiday lights hung from the rooftop, and
a small tree illuminated the window. He walked up to the door and gave it a knock. After a few moments, it opened, and his mom
appeared. She immediately hugged him. “Robert? What are you doing here?” Robert embraced her tightly. “I’m here to see you.” “But how?” “Animus. That technology I told you I was working on,
it works. We’re in one of your memories.” She took a step back and smiled. “You always were such a smart boy. Your dad will be so proud. Why don’t we call him over and tell him?” Robert raised his eyebrows. “Dad’s here?” His mother turned and yelled. “George!” Robert stepped inside. “He won’t be able to see me mom.” “Why not?” she asked, as George walked
into the room. Robert’s eyes swelled with tears. He last saw his dad when he was a kid. “Because only you and I are connected. I can experience any of your memories, but
I can’t interact with them.” George approached his wife. “Everything okay?” She looked at her husband and shut the door. “Yeah, I thought someone was here, but I
must have heard wrong. Sorry.” George gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Oh Daisy, you’re crazy you know that? Come, I’m about to give Robby his Christmas
present.” He led her upstairs to a spare room, and Robert
followed behind them. The room was empty—except for some carpet,
a small chair and desk, and a simple, wooden bookshelf. George called out. “Robby, you can come look now.” Little Robby walked into the room with a blanket
in one hand and a book in the other. He looked around. “Books?” George lifted his arms to the walls. “Yeah, it’s your own library.” Little Robby lifted his book into the air. “But I already have one.” “That’s why I got you more.” “But I like this one.” George got down on one knee. “But it’s the only one you’ve read. How do you know you won’t like one of these
more?” “This one has pirates in it.” George grabbed a book from the shelf. “So does this one.” He opened it up to show Robby the pictures. “But in this one, they go to space.” Little Robert’s eyes lit up. “Space?” “That’s right. I’ll read it to you before bed tonight. Now let’s go set up the dinner table.” George lifted his son and carried him down
the stairs. Robert looked at his mom and laughed. “I don’t remember being such a brat. This was always my favourite gift.” She smiled. “I know. You never left it. I can’t remember how many times I brought
your dinner up here so you would eat.” “Every day, probably. This room was the inspiration for Animus.” “Oh? How so?” “Well, I spent every day here in someone
else’s mind, experiencing their world. I wanted to create for the world what dad
created for me.” Daisy smiled. “Your dad would be happy to hear that.” “Yeah. Of all memories, I wonder why you thought
of this one.” “I think about it often. It’s the best memory I have, but it’s
also the worst. I guess I could never let go of it.” Robert hugged her. “Sometimes you need a little darkness to
see the beauty of the light. What time does he go?” “After dinner, when I send him out for dessert.” Daisy stepped back. “Now come join us for dinner. You can eat, right?” “Well, sorta. I can experience what you experience. So anything you can taste or smell, I can
too.” “Great,” she said, as they walked down
to the kitchen. George pulled the turkey out of the oven and
placed it on the table. “Dinner is served.” They all sat down. Daisy looked to her husband. “George, can you say grace?” They all held hands. “For a roof that keeps us safe, clothes
that keep us warm, love that makes life worth living, and food that keeps us strong, we
thank you Lord for these gifts.” Everyone bowed their heads. “Amen.” They began eating. It had been years since Robert had a good
meal. He ate every thing: roasted turkey with cranberry
sauce, warm stuffing, and creamy potatoes. After a few bites, George looked up from his
newspaper. “Honey, listen to what this critic said
about my short story. ‘A life changing read. George Snow is an upcoming talent.’” “Wow.” She took a sip of water. “That’s incredible Georgie. I’m so proud of you.” George smiled. “Wait til they read the novel. It has more than a hundred characters.” Daisy laughed. “I don’t know if they’ll be able to
keep up.” “Well, the one’s who care will.” George got back to reading the paper. “I don’t remember dad working on a novel,”
thought Robert. He watched his younger self flipping through
the space pirate book. “That’s why.” After they finished eating, Daisy scooped
up the plates and put them in the sink. She turned towards George. “Hey honey, I forgot to grab dessert. Do you think you could get some?” He rubbed his stomach and smiled. “Definitely. I’ll be right back.” George put on his coat, his hat, and exited
the house. Daisy and Robert watched him leave from the
window. “Mom, do you think dad’s sad about the
novel?” “What do you mean?” “Well, he never got to publish it. It could’ve changed the world, right?” “It could’ve. But who knew those books would be such a big
deal?” “Books?” “Yeah, the library! Bet he never thought it would lead to Animus.” “Hmm.” “Sometimes the smallest actions make the
biggest difference.” “Yeah, I guess. Mom, I need your help with something.” Robert heard a beeping sound. Daisy stared ahead without making a sound. “Mom?” The beeping got faster. “Mom?” The memory grew darker. Robert put a hand on his mother’s shoulder. “Mom?” The beeping grew faster. He hugged her as the memory continued to fade. “Mom? Mom! Mom!” The memory collapsed, and he woke up screaming
in the hospital room. He removed the animus and put it into his
pocket. “Mom!” But the beeping grew faster and faster. The emergency alarms went off, and a doctor
rushed into the room. Robert kept screaming, but he was asked to
leave the room. At 6:54 AM, Daisy was pronounced dead. A few weeks later, Robert placed the Animus
on his workbench. It had been prepared for John. He sipped whiskey and looked around the garage. Tools lined the walls. “Ten years,” he thought. “Ten years. Never thought it would end like this.” Robert took another sip and gave John a call. “Hello.” “John. It’s Robert.” “Robert. Have you made a decision?” “I have. You were right.” “About?” “Destiny. Our destiny. They’re intertwined. The Animus is yours.” “I’m glad to hear that. I’m in the office now if you wanna come
by.” “Coming.” “See you soon.” “See you soon,” Rob said and hung up. He finished off his drink and called a cab. ***
Robert entered John’s office on the top floor of the Minds building. “Robert, great to see you.” John extended his arm forward. “You too John,” said Robert and shook
his hand. He admired the view. “Nice view, eh.” “Yeah.” “Come. Sit down. Show me what you got.” Robert took a seat at John’s desk and pulled
out the Animus. “It rewrites memories, just like you asked.” Robert handed it to John. “Perfect.” “John, can you do me a favour?” “What is it?” “Rewrite my memory. Make me forget I ever made the Animus.” John’s eyes widened. “Why?” “I can’t move forward knowing I put this
into the world. But I know it needs to be done.” “S-sure. I can do that Robert. How do I do it?” Robert put the receiver in his own ear. “Put the sender in your ear. I’m gonna think about creating the Animus,
and you think of a memory to replace it with.” “Alright, I got it.” “Now, press play.” John pressed his thumb down. They both stood on a beach. John looked at Robert. “Did it work? We’re in the memory I imagined.” Robert looked at John and smiled. Back in John’s office, their eyes rolled
back, and they collapsed to the floor—trapped in an eternally looping memory.


  1. Abhishek Deval

    December 24, 2019 at 2:37 pm

    Its a funny way to talk.

  2. Lizard

    December 24, 2019 at 2:43 pm

    merry christmas

  3. tomasto

    December 24, 2019 at 2:49 pm

    can be anybody explain me at the end they both went into over lapping memories, that means Robert and john both created animus or i'm getting it wrong. i'm bit confused.. 16:00 there was no mention of john working on animus.

  4. AlexCMoro81

    December 24, 2019 at 2:50 pm

    I've enjoyed your story. Thank you for sharing. I found the episode 'Real Life' (1st on prime video, 5th on IMDb) from the 'Electric Dreams' series interesting too. May love and peace spring in us all.

  5. sonny

    December 24, 2019 at 2:51 pm

    this was one of my favorites you’ve done yet. your calm and articulate speaking voice with the ambient music made this much more enjoyable to listen to. Great story as well 🙂

  6. Trench Man

    December 24, 2019 at 2:53 pm

    Is this inception?

  7. Boksy Socks

    December 24, 2019 at 2:56 pm

    I don't get the ending :/

  8. GustavoGaming

    December 24, 2019 at 2:56 pm

    this is so good

  9. Garrison B.

    December 24, 2019 at 2:58 pm

    Wait, Im being dumb can some explain the ending please

  10. felipemp93

    December 24, 2019 at 2:59 pm

    Well, that escalated quickly.

  11. Bhavesh sinha

    December 24, 2019 at 3:03 pm

    Why did he chose a looping memory?

  12. Tan Thinh Doan

    December 24, 2019 at 3:08 pm

    Nice video !

  13. Someone Someone

    December 24, 2019 at 3:10 pm

    So he trapped that dystopian overlord?

  14. Atticus Sanguine

    December 24, 2019 at 3:11 pm

    This is RNM. (Remote Neural Monitoring)

  15. Simone Mitjans

    December 24, 2019 at 3:23 pm

    Better than Black Mirror

  16. zach b

    December 24, 2019 at 3:27 pm

    Did not see the murder-suicide coming at the end there.

    Or when someone finds their bodies and removed the device, will they wake up?

    If they don't wake up, what'll the people that find them and the Animus gonna do with the device?

    Seems like an odd choice, "this technology is dangerous so I'll kill myself and leave it lying about."

  17. iwantgoals 15

    December 24, 2019 at 3:29 pm

    Is someone playing assassins creed again?

  18. MrMinevision1

    December 24, 2019 at 3:52 pm

    is this real or fake?

  19. orange orange

    December 24, 2019 at 3:54 pm

    I'm a bit confused about the messaging or message, but i think I'll get it after thinking fo a while.

  20. Alex Trout

    December 24, 2019 at 3:56 pm

    3 girls and 3 dudes and he gets inside a dude’s memory? Hmmmm

  21. Alex Trout

    December 24, 2019 at 3:57 pm

    3:45 the dude’s illuminati

  22. Person of Interest

    December 24, 2019 at 3:58 pm

    John is secretly a Templar member from Abstergo.

  23. Valentin Ursu

    December 24, 2019 at 4:03 pm

    This started well but it became lame. "A fight starts because people see the world differently" except those who start because people want access to the same limited resource.

  24. Alex Trout

    December 24, 2019 at 4:11 pm

    Then the CEO or CFO or COO or someone else with a title stariting with a C walks in and they reverse engineer the device. He should have destroy it or rewrite John’s memory from the first time they met until now.

  25. Ciaran McDonald

    December 24, 2019 at 4:29 pm

    Total Recall

  26. Keerthi L.S.

    December 24, 2019 at 4:30 pm


  27. PM 3736

    December 24, 2019 at 4:35 pm

    Always the false axiom of people are lazy and at fault for their situation. The false axiom that a singular truth is all there is which falters by the fact that as far as we know the universe is merely an abstract approximation given form by observation and measurement. Such a world as they present would destroy any chance for a new genius or originality if all were the same. Though it would be nice to have an animus that could not rewrite memories

  28. Madd Venom

    December 24, 2019 at 4:41 pm

    Felt like a Black Mirror Episode

  29. Madd Venom

    December 24, 2019 at 4:42 pm

    Closed my eyes, and lived with the story
    Freedom in thought

  30. Kevin

    December 24, 2019 at 4:59 pm

    So Snow made the ultimate sacrifice. Wow


    December 24, 2019 at 5:02 pm

    Nice story, I liked the concept of Animus, really.

  32. talkcommonsense

    December 24, 2019 at 5:03 pm

    Welcome to chaos…


    December 24, 2019 at 5:04 pm

    I don't think erasing memory will be helpful. It will erase all of the learning. Take chess engine AI alpha zero for example, if u erase its every memory of games played, he will have to learn from scratch again.

  34. Atharva Ikhar

    December 24, 2019 at 5:09 pm

    That felt like I was in Animus.

  35. Harry Takashi Watkinson

    December 24, 2019 at 5:20 pm

    Does this relate to Carl Jung’s; Animus and Anima?

  36. EllaChina

    December 24, 2019 at 5:23 pm

    This is the best sci-fi short ever.

  37. Erkan Karabulut

    December 24, 2019 at 5:43 pm

    Hey, thank you for these stories. You are a creative writer. But why the stories are mostly sad and why the tone of your voice is sad.

  38. Sheena Rajput

    December 24, 2019 at 5:43 pm

    Excellent video !!!!!! I wonder what the world would be like if animus existed …

  39. Freedom in Thought

    December 24, 2019 at 5:56 pm

    Hope you enjoy viewing this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I got another good one planned for January. Thanks for all the support this year. Happy holidays and see you in the new year!

  40. Chandran R

    December 24, 2019 at 6:06 pm

    I can't see the connection between rewriting everyone's memory to think like one and the memory of his mom which (i guess) makes him to decide and conclude in ending in an infinite loop of memory.
    If anyone did, feel free to explain😆.
    btw, Great story… expecting more stories like these ones

  41. Abul Kalam

    December 24, 2019 at 6:20 pm

    I was here before the assassins creed comments, Give me a cookie.

  42. Brady

    December 24, 2019 at 7:11 pm

    i came here to learn, not to feel.

  43. arthurrjb

    December 24, 2019 at 10:06 pm

    And then someone found them and became rich af

  44. LogicalDeduction

    December 24, 2019 at 11:05 pm

    4:00 removed my like.

  45. Pieismylove

    December 25, 2019 at 12:07 am

    What if someone came in the room and unplugged the device?

    Dun dun dunnnnnnn!!!!!!!

  46. Cyberslav

    December 25, 2019 at 12:07 am

    I think you mean to say time works OPPOSITE to how we experience a dream (as time moves quicker when inside, not slower)

  47. Pieismylove

    December 25, 2019 at 12:08 am

    Hey, why do you guys think the device was named Animus?

  48. cruhg

    December 25, 2019 at 12:38 am

    i unwrapped my feels early this xmas

  49. Gregory Richardson

    December 25, 2019 at 2:39 am

    The ending was a let down . But great story telling and lead up .

  50. Kat Popa

    December 25, 2019 at 4:08 am

    Disappointed in Penn and Teller

  51. Jared Prymont

    December 25, 2019 at 4:37 am

    So did he just murder suicide the guy at the end???

  52. Alorand

    December 25, 2019 at 6:01 am

    The ending breaks my suspension of disbelief.
    No corporate overlord is stupid enough to put on a device that he knows rewrites memories.

  53. JuniJuin Enero

    December 25, 2019 at 6:06 am

    What the fuck did i just watch?

  54. Mubashir Nathani

    December 25, 2019 at 6:43 am

    I dont get the ending?
    • If he thought the bossman was bad, why present him the device in the first place?
    • If he hated his device so much, why not destroy it?
    Just didnt get the ending :/

  55. Shivendra

    December 25, 2019 at 6:52 am

    Wow. 😮. As always your videos are beautiful and awesome.

  56. pie pie

    December 25, 2019 at 7:25 am

    I really like and appreciate this video! 👏👏👏👏👏

  57. Monky

    December 25, 2019 at 7:42 am

    Your videos keep getting better; keep it up!!!

  58. el hurón astrofísico

    December 25, 2019 at 8:24 am

    Estos vídeos son tan buenos que una de las razones por las que estoy aprendiendo inglés es para poder verlos.

  59. Majesty

    December 25, 2019 at 9:00 am

    Thankyou freedom 🙂

  60. Arpan Kumar Lahiri

    December 25, 2019 at 9:22 am

    My interpretation of ending be like
    The businessman was trying to shape everyone's truth to be one. That would have no wonder made the world a great place, but what about the freedom of expression ? The world would have expressed their thought freely but sadly the thought wouldn't have been their … Sometimes you should be in darkness to experience the pleasant light….

  61. Gammarik

    December 25, 2019 at 11:46 am

    I really enjoyed the story, I found it to be interesting and thought provoking. But I think you should work on your delivery. It was a bit too monotone, making it hard to feel the emotional beats. Try slowing down during moments that should hit hard, and put pressure on important words. The one point where this would've done the biggest difference is the death of the mother.

    I think you were going for an intense increase in speed, but it felt more like you were just rushing through it. I think what would work better is to slow down at certain points and make the sentences much shorter. Short sentences convey a feeling of urgency. For example, the sentence "He removed the animus and put it into his pocket" is a bit too long for this situation. It feels like he is taking his attention off his mother to do so, ruining the pacing. I think something like "He quickly removed the animus" would fit the pacing better. It carries the same information, without taking too much time off the emotional part of the scene. In fact, maybe removing the line completely would work even better, since it conveys a panic in Robert which makes him forget to hide it. This is more of an artistic decision for you to make though. It is these small things that keep the pacing going in emotional scenes.

    Another problem is the gut-punch that is her death. You go over the sentence a bit too quickly. Try increasing the pause between "..but he was asked to leave" and "at 6:54…" a tiny bit, then lowering your tone for the final sentence, and walk through it slowly.
    Something like (with more dots equaling longer breaks): "He kept screaming.. but he was asked to leave…. At 6:54 AM… Daisy was pronounced dead……"

    Again, I really enjoyed the story, the writing itself was excellent. These are just small changes to the presentation that I think would compliment your writing, making it more effective. I'm really looking forward to your future work! Have a great new year!

  62. ファイサルFaisal

    December 25, 2019 at 2:49 pm

    The ending was pretty weird, wish movie endings were like that

  63. Neo Mashego

    December 25, 2019 at 2:59 pm

    The CEO made me feel so uneasy at 4:30

  64. Telmo Monteiro

    December 25, 2019 at 5:00 pm

    This was very good. I was left emotional

  65. George Washington

    December 25, 2019 at 5:11 pm

    Dude should have straight up shot him and killed himself like a Chad

  66. Brian D'Souza

    December 25, 2019 at 6:10 pm

    Merry Christmas! Can you explain your ending because we are not as wise as you! 😜

  67. Justin Letchford

    December 25, 2019 at 7:24 pm

    A portable Animus, this would make the next Assassin's Creed very very interesting

Leave a Reply