[ WP ] Humans have perfected the person/computer interface , allowing you to download skills and knowledge instead of going through traditional schooling . Lacking the necessary funds , you decide to bootleg the skill you 've been wanting .

I stood in front of a table with a single chip on it. I was n't very proud of it, but I had to do it. Bootlegging was the only thing I could do anyways, to even get the skills and knowledge that I need. 
 
 
 For decades, humans were working on a new revelation: a chip. You may be wondering, what's so special about it? The chip allows you to absorb in the knowledge and skills built into it. Now, now, now, you're thinking, `` Cool, can I fly? ``, and the short answer is yes. 
 
 
 The long answer? You have to pay for additional chips that support it. 
 
 
 Right now, I was standing against the proclaimed, `` All knowledge and skills bootleg'', and I could n't help but grin. Picking it up, the chip was barely the size of a finger, let alone my stubby little pinky. Within seconds, my eyes widened as the chip seemingly disappeared. My skin became hard; almost metallic. 
 
 
 `` Je suis ordinaire? Oui!'' 
 
 
 I blurted the French words, understanding it with perfection. Sweet, it worked! `` J'mapelle.. J'mapelle..'' I paused, not remembering the name. I could feel it at the tip of my tongue, my name just screaming to be said aloud. 
 
 
 *Whoosh. * 
 
 
 A man swung the door, holding grilled cheese in one hand. Hold on.. he looks familiar.. have I seen him somewhere? `` Thanks.. stranger.'' 
 
 
 `` Huh? Stranger?'' 
 
 
 `` Yeah, whoever you are.'' 
 
 
 `` Do n't speak at me with that tone, young lad!'' 
 
 
 `` You're not my father, so I do n't care.'' I plopped down on my bed, taking a bite out of my grilled cheese sandwich. The man stared at me for moments, unsure of how to respond. 
 
 
 `` Mm.. you know, this is actually a tuna melt?'' 
 
 
 `` Melt?'' the man seemed to not know what the word meant. 
 
 
 `` Melt. As in, bread, cheese, and then whatever you put in it.'' 
 
 
 The man sighed, walking out of the door. Hold on.. where was I again? I shrugged, not caring that I was in a stranger's house.
