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Brain Swapping

BRAIN

SWAPPING

A scientific discovery has sparked the emergence of an enigma.

TARAK GHOSH

BRAIN SWAPPING ( Sci-Fi Thriller) by Tarak Ghosh

Published by : Bookrix GMBH & CO.KG

80331 Munich

Germany

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Book design by (T. Kashyap)

Cover design by (T. Kashyap)

Photo ; Pixabay

First Edition: August 2023

Books by Tarak Ghosh

Beyond the Space (Romance, Paperback & E-book), Castle Waits (Romance, Paperback & E-book) Silent Cockpit ( Non-fiction), Flight 73 (Aviation Mystery, Non-fiction), Flight 648 (Aviation Mystery, Non-fiction), I Am Suzan (Romance, Paperback & E-book), Silent Shriek (Non-Fiction), Hunger Never Fades Away (Romantic Fiction Paperback & E-book), Lucy (Collection of short stories, E-book), Hell Flower (Sci-Fi, Paperback & E-book), Fire Dekha, A Bengali memoir, The Snake Woman (Sci-Fi, Paperback & E-book), Lust & Poison (Sci-Fi, Paperback & E-book), Indian Meditation (Paperback & E-book)

This book is dedicated to my daughter Sayani and son Soura.

About the Author

Tarak Ghosh

English-language author Tarak Ghosh also serves as the editor of a digital newspaper. He began writing novels and short stories after spending 34 years as a journalist before making his literary debut in English in 2012. His experiences exploring and attending numerous events in India and overseas have greatly enhanced his literary world. He saw many of society's dark edges while working as a political journalist later in life and as a crime journalist earlier in his career. They have consistently given his writing a new dimension.

Tarak Ghosh mostly writes science fiction, but he has also written several paperbacks on a wide range of genres that have been published in Germany, India, and the United States. On aviation mysteries, he has already authored four non-fiction books. In addition to an in-depth book on serial killers, he has authored other suspense and mystery paperbacks.

Foreword

I met Tarak Ghosh, the author of Flight 73’ when he was a journalist. Tarak was then working as a crime journalist for an English daily newspaper. He had a passion for reporting crimes with a bit of complexity or when the police didn't find the modus operandi of the crime. He wasn't interested in publishing any crime news, just hard news. He was always trying to get deeper into the crime news. He continued the murder investigation alongside the police. And he published that report in his paper. When we, the other journalists, left that switched to other news, we would see Tarak Ghosh working day and night to unravel the mystery of the murder.

Along with the police, he enjoys solving mysteries. Tarak would see if the man the police had identified as the killer had done so himself. In many cases, we have found that the motive for the murder or murders identified by him was not consistent with the police investigation. In those cases, his newspaper didn't even publish those stories. However, he was so sure of his investigation that, in the end, we found that the internal investigations he had done in his papers on the many murders proved to be true.

Then he ended up in journalism and entered the world of literature. His first book was In Crime and SuspenseThere was a unique thread in every crime novel he wrote. His detective character, Frank Davis, was also very different from the traditional detective character. There was such tension in his thoughts, plans, and operating procedures that readers waited with bated breath until the last page of the novel.

Preface

I've been wondering about new stuff to write about for a long time. It is very difficult to find anything new in the world of literature today. Even when I went looking for the title of the novel, I found that there was a book with the same name as I thought. Maybe the subject is different, but the title is the same. As a result, when I was becoming increasingly depressed, an American friend of mine, Tony, said, "Write a crime novel that will have a new kind of crime in it."

I began to think. I started looking at the newspaper's crime pages- if there is a hint of something new. At this time, one of my relatives came from abroad. He's doing some research on twin brains. However, I learned a lot from him.. Then he went back. In the meantime, I was quite busy working on another article. When I finished writing that piece, I was reminded of writing a crime novel. After thinking about it for a week, it suddenly came to mind: "Let's start with the twin sisters- the story of two twin sisters and a Neuroscientist. The two sisters will be so similar that they cannot be identified in any way.

The background to this story begins with tense suspense involving a photojournalist, two twin sisters, and a neuroscientist. My relative opened the door to this novel. Then the research work began. That's because a large part of this crime scene is about such a research that hasn't been done so far.

Finally, the novel "Brain Swapping" was written. And behind the writing of this story are two real-life twin sisters. I've noticed everything they do. I think the plot must please the readers and give them a new question about a new crime.

Tarak Ghosh

Date: June 2023

Prologue

Twin sisters and a well-known neurologist serve as the story's main protagonists. Their bodily forms, hair hues, fingerprints, and irises are all the same, in addition to being the same. It implies there will be no way for biometric information to distinguish between the two.

The neuroscientist starts dating one of the twins after marrying the other. His research has two goals: first, to uncover the mysteries of the human mind, and second, to determine whether identical twins have distinct mental characteristics. But all of a sudden, things changed. The death of one of the twins is unsolved. But who is the victim? How was she killed? Who killed her?

The psychological suspense thriller 'Brain Swapping’ is wrapped in an uncommon sense of tension and suspense. Several problems and mysteries keep cropping up one after another. While investigating, the detective gets perplexed. Finally, the killer offers an open challenge to Doctor Coleman: 'Brain Swapping’. It's a strange psychological suspense thriller that keeps you on the edge of your seat until the end.

BRAIN SWAPPING

Chapter 1

Brain and Brian

Freya forced her way through the door and into the room. She flung her sweaty jacket over a chair as she took it off. Crossing her legs on the coffee table, she sat on the sofa and untucked her sweaty silk blouse from behind her back. She leaned back into the cushion, closed her eyes, and rested her head against it, hoping for some relief. Her mind continued to race over the events of the last five hours. She had tried to shoot nature and expected to get a job in the magazine. Her efforts, however, were draining. Things were simply not going her way. A chain of thoughts flooded her brain.

All of her rage was directed at Dr. Coleman. Freya realized Dr. Brian Coleman was certainly involved in some sort of illegal activity. The camera was not lying. Who is that woman whose picture she took? Doctor Coleman introduced his wife, who resembled the woman who lay dead by the grave. As soon as Freya remembered something, she snatched her hand from her jeans pocket. Instantly, she took out a pen drive that she had forgotten about. Her face lit up with a grin at that moment. The stupid doctor couldn't even think that as soon as she took the pictures, she copied all of them to the pen drive. He felt secure after deleting the photographs on the memory card and Google Drive.

"But who is Dr. Coleman?" Freya asked herself. The name was very familiar to her, but at that moment, she couldn't remember exactly. Although they had never met face-to-face, there was no doubt that Brian's name and face were familiar to her. She had seen pictures of him many times on TV and in the newspapers, but she couldn't recall why he was so well-known. A storm was building up around her, and all of her arguments were becoming intertwined. Freya sprung to her feet as soon as she remembered something. She was dashing into her bedroom, but her phone rang at that very moment. The sound of the ring was coming from the kitchen counter. So long as she remembered, she forgot to take the phone. She dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the phone.

"Hi, Mom." Freya was taken aback by the ring and took a moment to respond.

"Where were you?" Mom asked angrily. You left your phone here. "Freya, did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you."

"I couldn't contact you. Was it a part of your plan?

There was still tightness in her voice.

"No, Mom, it's not a plan." I forgot to take my phone. And Jose—you know, Jose Patterson, my friend—I went to meet him. "I tried to call you, but anyway, the network was busy somehow."

"It's all right, honey; I was worried since your father wasn't at home." I will be right back. Make sure you eat your lunch on time. Goodbye, honey."

The phone was disconnected. Freya let out a sigh of relief. She avoided lying as much as possible. But the incident that happened was different, enough to frighten Mom. Freya thought.

Freya recalled Dr. Brian once more. "Where did I see him?" She thought again. She attempted to search her mind. The mind has many places to store information, but it can also bury essential memories that are difficult to locate in real time. She was about to shout, "I got it!" as if she had discovered something precious.

Freya took out her laptop, turned it on, and went to YouTube to look for "Dr. Brian Coleman." The first video of a science conference titled "Neuroscientist Meet" had come out. Brian, the man she had met during the previous terrible hours, was speaking at a scientific conference in Los Angeles. He appeared to be a kind, well-educated socialite in that environment. It's difficult to imagine the cruelty he showed on her last day. Freya increased the volume after playing the video.

"Memory, in its broadest sense, is the ability to store and retrieve data." Does this new definition of memory suggest that all experience is now a form of memory? We stress that memory still necessitates incorporation, or in corpore. It's a relationship in which one biological or chemical activity gets absorbed into another, permanently altering both. Examining natural and biological processes of incorporation can help us understand how internal and external memories are integrated into cognition.

We also argue that accepting that information can be stored outside of the brain—and that this organic, dynamic process can likewise be dubbed "memory"—opens the door to a completely different world.

In popular culture, memory is often thought of as some kind of physical thing that is stored in the brain—a subjective, personal experience that we can recall at will. This way of thinking about memory has led many to wonder if there is a maximum number of memories we can have. But this idea of memory is at odds with advances in the science of memory over the last century: memory isn't a fixed thing stored in the brain but more of a chemical process between neurons, which is not static. What's more, advances in information technology are pushing our understanding of memory in new directions.

We now talk about memory on a hard drive or as a chemical change between neurons. Yet, these different definitions of memory continue to coexist. A more narrow definition of memory as the storage of experiences in the brain is increasingly at odds with an extended definition that acknowledges these advances. However, while this expanded definition is often used implicitly, it is rarely explicitly acknowledged or stated.

No more do we ask ourselves, "How many memories can we possibly have?" But how does our regular processing of such a large amount of memory affect cognition?

Anything that was once stored in a person's brain cannot be hidden. It is easily retrieved from their memory. Advances in neuroscience will not allow humans to keep anything secret. However, I stated in a previously published research paper that even after death, all information may be recovered from the human brain. I can access a deceased person's memory preserved in their brain. It will also open up a new horizon. No criminal can hide any longer. "There is no way for a husband and wife to cheat on each other." Dr. Coleman delivered the last words quite emphatically.

Every remark Coleman made drew Freya's attention. She didn't understand the words at first, but the words at the conclusion made an impression on her. Her thoughts were racing. She couldn't connect what she saw with what she was told after the woman was introduced as Dr. Coleman's wife. Freya was mystified as to why Dr. Coleman insisted on deleting the files.

"Yes, the file." Freya downloaded the video and inserted the pen drive into the USB slot.

On the monitor screen, there were six images. She focused her attention on the woman's face in the photograph. "It's the same face." She thought she could tell Jose everything at first. He was a detective with the Florida Police Department. Then she changed her mind and decided to be silent for a few days, keeping an eye on what was going on.

Freya's phone rang, causing her to jump and fumble with the phone. When she got a good grip on it again, she looked at the screen and saw her friend Jose's face.

"Hey Jose, how are you?" "It seems like forever since I last talked to you."

"I am fantastic, chasing the goose." You good?"

"I'm just looking for work, spending money, and being bored out of my mind." Freya sighed.

"Are you alright, Freya?" Any trouble?"

"No, nothing. Don't worry. I'm alright."

"What have you done all day?"

"Nothing much. I took some photographs. And you?"

"I thought about today a lot and decided I wanted to share something that I love with you."

"I will be there at night."

Freya ended the call and lay down on the bed. Yesterday's incident resurfaced before her eyes. She didn't think at all while taking pictures. What was going to happen next? The ringing of the doorbell jolted her out of his reverie. Freya leaped to her feet and dashed to the front door. Her mother walked in after she opened the door. She appeared exhausted and was heavy breathing. Freya snatched up the bags and carried them over to the kitchen table.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Everything okay?"

"Yes, mom. Just take a rest. "I will make you a coffee."

She watched her for a moment. "It is good to see you, Freya." She touched her face gently and said, "Don't stay away so long next time."

Chapter 2

Confined in a Farmhouse

24 hours ago

Freya's eyes shot open, and she awoke choking and gasping for air as if she'd been in a nightmare. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know how long she'd been there. By that point, she was so wracked with pain and so desperate for escape that she barely remembered who she was. She tried to sit up but couldn't. Her arms were spread out wide on either side of her, and her wrists were bound with a rope that disappeared under the bed. Attached to the bed railing? She struggled against the confinement but couldn't escape her bondage. The ropes held her bound tightly. She opened her mouth to yell for help and realized she couldn't. A thick rag tied across her open mouth effectively gagged her. She widened her eyes, but nothing was visible in front of her, as if she had lost her eyesight forever. She had been stuck in that hellish darkness for hours, possibly days.

and she knew she would die there. Her spine was tingling with a chilling surge of terror. She tried to scream in terror, but her throat felt as if it were sandpaper. A feeble sound came from his throat. She shifted her head slowly to see if there was any window or door there. She couldn't see any details in the darkness. Freya was perplexed as to why she was there. Is it day or night? "Why is she strapped?" She asked her but got no possible response. Her mind just whispered, "Calm down and think about why you are here."

She moved her eyes as far as she could see. Suddenly, a faint light came out from the corner and made the room semi-light. She shifted her gaze, and she noticed that a section of the wall was moving. "It was the door," she thought. The door creaked. The light from the doorway blinded her. A vaguely silhouetted figure was visible in the doorway as the door partially opened. She was going to jump out of terror, but the ropes around her legs and hands pinned her to the bed. She couldn't move an inch but felt a cutting pain in her hands. Drops of tears ran down her cheek. She closed her eyes in fear and shot them open instantly.

Freya noticed a figure approaching her bed. She looked up to see who the strange person was. The figure was dressed in a black cloak, which kept his body hidden from her gaze. He moved closer, stopping at the side of the bed. The man's eyes were blue, and his cheeks were flushed pink. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. She had seen him somewhere before, hadn't she?

"Hello, my pretty flower," he said. Freya gasped. His fists clenched and unclenched, his eyes glaring at her. She stared at him, her mouth moving but no sound came out. He looked at her, and his eyes hardened. One side of his mouth grinned, and he said, "Do you know what I am going to do to you?"

She gazed up at him, pleading with him, letting her eyes speak for her. The man leaned a little closer and extended his hand. Freya tried to move away in fear, but the rope prevented her from doing so. The man reached out and immediately unwrapped the tape around her mouth.

Freya screamed in terror, "Who the hell are you?" Why did you tie me? Please let me... Her throat was so dry and raw from how she had cried. How she had begged There was a silence. The silence was broken with a hissing sound. "You couldn't remember anything?"

"No."

"Really?"

"No, nothing. Just let me go."

He smiled like a hyena. "Do you remember taking a photograph while I was digging in the forest?"

As soon as his words reached her ears, she was startled. One by one, all of the strands of fog in her head appeared to go away. Freya drew her eyes closed and tried to figure out exactly what had happened. Because the brain was not functioning properly, the thoughts were dispersed and did not come together. She attempted to gather all of her jumbled thoughts into one place, and she remembered everything in an instant.

Freya could remember that she was assigned to take a unique nature shot. She was looking for a job as a photographer at the time. She heard from her friends who worked for the magazine that they were paid well. They suggested she meet Roy Harris, the chief photographer for "The Natural" magazine.

He is the only man. The company's chairman places significant emphasis on his comments. They inspired hope in her. She met Roy Harris. After a brief talk, Roy gave her the assignment to take nature shots. She had the opportunity to collaborate with them if they were distinctive and selected. Roy gave her some advice.

While driving down the highway, Freya noticed a wooded area a few days ago. The environment was beautiful and home to many different birds and small animals. She chose that location for her first assignment. It was early morning, and the sun had not yet risen. Freya prepared herself for her assignment. Her mother said, "When will you be

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Tarak Nath Ghosh
Bildmaterialien: Pixabay free photo
Cover: Sayani Ghosh
Satz: T. Kashyap
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.08.2023
ISBN: 978-3-7554-4905-8

Widmung:
This book is dedicated to my son Son Soura Ghosh and daughter Sayani Ghosh

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