For sale, fifteen memories, dating, break-up not included.
For sale, one memory, victory.
For sale, four hundred and seventy-two memories, lifetime.
The list went on and on. Hundreds of memories for sale, to the commen public, and, more often, to the billionares who have nothing better to do than experience another lifetime. If you choose to sell a memory, you’ll forget it forever, and you get fifty percent of the sales earnings.
The Memory Center always has lines and lines of people, from poor to poorer, trying to get a few pennies for there memories. The happy ones sell better, but some of the sad ones do as well.
“Welcome to the Memory Center. How can I help you?” The lady behind the counter adressed the next person in line in a routine fasion.
The girl shifted uneasily from foot to foot. “I’d like to make a sale.” She said.
“Who will it be paid out to?” The lady asked, tapping on her screen.
“The Kendricks, we live downtown.” The girl replied.
“Is this them?” The lady asked, showing the girl a picture of a small family on the screen.
The girl nodded.
“What memory will you be selling today dear?”
“Um, all of them please.”
The lady looked at her steadily. “Are you sure? You’ll be reduced to a state of emptiness, and we won’t be able to take you back to your family.”
“No matter, I want to forget.” The girl said with a slight smile.
The lady nodded. “Alright then, here.” She handed the girl a small disk. “Place that on your head, whereever is fine.” The girl obeyed, and braced herself.
A wave seemed to wash over her body. She looked at the lady and tilted her head. “Where am I?” She asked, the lady reached up and took the disk from her head.
“The Memory Center dear, thank you for your sale. Please leave.”
“What’s my name?” The girl ask, her eyes filling with tears.
“I don’t know.” The lady replied, averting her eyes.
“Where should I go?” The girl asked, breathing fast and looking around.
“The library, I’d reckon.” The lady replied. “That’s where they normally go.” The girl turned to leave. “Oh, and dear? Pick a good one.” The girl nodded and walked out, wandering down the street till she came to the library.
She went in, and an old man at the front desk smiled at her. “Hello, how can I help you?”
The girl blinked back tears. “The lady...” She took in a deep breath and looked around. “The lady behind the desk told me to come here.”
“I see.” The man smiled sadly.
“Sh-She told me to pick a good one.”
The man picked up a disk from the counter, and set it on her head. “Here, this should do love, and I’m so sorry.” The girl sat on a bench, and then placed the disk on her head. Memories of a perfect life, of love, and adventure, and a suitable end flooded her brain. Sitting there and staring into space, she laughed and talked for several hours, then her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
The next morning, the Collection Team came and took all the people sitting on the benches of the library to be burned.
And, somewhere downtown, a small, poor family, wept. For the temporary fullness of their bellies would never be worth the price.
For sale, one lifetime, poor condition.
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