Memory Fragments: Corruption

The Mahendi Effect

Urd Mahendi, doctor of the Fanear International Clinic for the Mentally Challenged
Once colleagues with Mr. Matthew, they both went their different ways
Before that though, both had a relationship that appeared undamaged
Maybe they had a falling-out. Maybe they broke free from their Mahendi days

Imagine living out your day-to-day life thinking that you are just a vessel
The real you is far in the future, but your consciousness is borrowing it
Maybe tomorrow you will be another you from another time; find another way to nestle
That's the Mahendi effect. Named after Urd Mahendi, that's the description she seems to fit

Why do you want to know about her? She is busy with her work at the clinic
She is the founder and both, the head researcher, and the head doctor
Makes sense. When you have the thing that you are investigating, a patient you start to mimic
Mr. Matthew warned her about it. The dangers of a work she was no auctor

He was the one that started the research and development on this effect
Mr. Matthew found her in the streets you see; soon after, he had a colleague
She was not a vagabond, mind you. She was just, of unemployment, a subject
She had a makeshift clinic in a back alley; but cruel fate put her out of her league

If you came here just to ask her some questions about her past and stuff, forget it
One day she is Urd, another day she is just a nurse
Regardless, she does not resemble anyone you might know a single bit
Her characters are, in a way, something you do not want to rehearse

She always talks about getting back to the future. That she has seen enough pasts
How she has more knowledge than any living being and how she has to ascend
It is funny, really. One day, she said she found knowledge that, into de ocean, one casts
That she would learn and learn, until she could free the mind of her old friend

Now, I don't know if she is talking about Mr. Matthew, or an old version of her
But her research and, well, entire life's work seems to suggest the former
I do not want to cause trouble for her, though. So, please, don't cause a spur
Let us leave it at that. I was nothing to you but an informer

Ok, so now you want to know about this clinic, am I wrong?
Sure, I can talk about this place and the thing that transpire in it
A place where we all belong, where we have been all along
Spooky, right? That one was hard to come up with

So, how old is this place? I think is younger than me and you, but older than you alone
I think it gives a sense of security and confidence knowing something is old, but not how old
Like insurance that this place knows what it is doing before it is known
Breakthroughs which their patents are yet to be created but one can already hold

Is like, you are from the future and has come to visit a place that is yet to be
You know how a story ends before it is written, so you go back to the prologue
Not because you have read it, but because you are the autor and wish to flee
Back to a future past in where you started; back to this place to start a new dialogue

That is how things go around here. Someone comes, like you, and we treat them like me
Word after word, sentence by sentence they start to realize that, at some point, it repeats
They need to know they are in a cycle; trapped until they can be rescued by us and she
But, like songs, as different as they may be, some follow the same core beats

Those patients are called Hummingbirds. They repeat tunes of past wars
A trauma we strive to alleviate by singing back to them on a different tune
Once they realize the intruding melodies, they are ready to step outdoors
If they start to sing again in a wrongful harmony, we go back to their previous attune

Like the Mahendi effect, they know the tunes because they wrote them
But they go back to a state in which they are not sure anymore
We locked them up and asked them their favorite hum
They hum it until they return to having their entire score

It has to be in solitary confinement with authorized personnel; as to avoid a dance of echoes
Clashes of different harmonies tend to make noise instead of melodies
Melodies you might believe are yours and start to sign the lives of your fellow geckoes
Yes, I just referred to patients here as geckoes. Nothing wrong with some fun in their remedies

That is just one of the kinds of patients we have here, though. You should see the rest
Some talk about oceans, others like flowers and pretend to be changing lives like seasons
Regardless, they all have one thing in common. They think they are just a guest
Like I say: "No true change can occur without knowing the wrong reasons"

If you don't know what is wrong, then you don't know what to change
If you know what to change, then you don't know the reasons to not change it
If you know the wrong reasons, then you know the correct options at your range
If you know your range, then true change in yourself you can admit

Doctor Mahendi knows this. That is why she is investigating it in the first place
This effect of seemingly knowing a reverse deja vu; something old has yet to occur
A change you had is yet to happen, but what reasons you have to change your case?
You already experienced it. Yet you wish to prevent treatment by her

What are you scared of, Matthew? Your loving family waits for you
She waits for you to save her from her old mental prison
Something new for you, I'm sure. Going back to that eldritch sea view
A cycle we hope to break; Mahendi's effect on you seems to have arisen