[ WP ] A deity tweaks our world so that whenever somebody is intentionally murdered , their most important memories and knowledge are absorbed by their killer . This has ramifications at every level , not least among serial killers

`` I'm not here to take your papers,'' I said, aiming the gun at his head. `` I do n't need to.'' 
 
 I smirked. The man in front of me cowered and trembled with his hands covering his head as if it would do anything to protect him from a bullet. A simple phone call and a couple bribes got me into the lab of the scientist who had discovered cheap, self-renewing energy. He planned to release the patent and its mechanics to the world tomorrow, effectively solving the world's energy crisis. 
 
 But that was n't going to happen now. 
 
 `` Please,'' he begged. `` I have a son...'' 
 
 It does n't matter. If I can grow up without a father, so can his kid. Besides, knowing the secrets to perpetual energy would make me rich. The man's tear-soaked eyes looked at a picture frame on his desk. 
 
 `` I'll give you anything in the lab. I just want to see my boy grow up.'' The scientist was sobbing now, tears streaming down his face. 
 
 Get a grip of yourself old man, you were n't even going to be that rich anyway. 
 
 I pulled the trigger and his body slumped to the floor. 
 
 They say that only your most important thoughts are transferred over to the brain of your killer when you're murdered. As I watched the smoke rise from the barrel, I expected years of this pathetic sod's research to come rushing into my thoughts, empowering me with the knowledge that would guarantee my wealth and immortalize my name in the history books. 
 
 But it did n't happen. In a daze, I walked slowly to the dead man's desk and picked up the picture frame. It held an image of a beautiful little boy, maybe six or seven, laughing on the shoulders of his dad at a baseball game. 
 
 Clutching the picture, I dropped to my knees and cried.
