[ WP ] Poor people are able to pawn off their memories .

I entered the small, crowded space. A short, menacing looking member greeted me with a pistol pointed at my neck. It was customary these days, to weed out the unwilling. But I was something different. 
 
 I was a regular. 
 
 `` Hey, John. Let him in, huh? Do n't bother with that.'' My regular Downloader smiled at me, all teeth. `` Come on in, Jakey.'' 
 
 My name was Jacob. I hated it when people called me Jakey, or Jake. I was worried I'd sell my old memories, forget that it was n't my real name. But he was my connect. 
 
 I was lead into the back, into a claustrophobic little room with a bunch of VHS tapes on shelves. I eyed the metal chair, complete with helmet, feeling a little nervous. I always did. Needles will always freak me out, memories or no. 
 
 `` Alright, Jakey boy. First thing first, what kind of memory is it?'' He smiled again, picking up the connection piece. 
 
 `` It's love-making, eight hours...'' I checked my watch. `` Eight hours and thirteen minutes ago.'' 
 
 He clicked a timer on the dresser next to the chair. `` Good. Alright, bud, you know the drill.'' He handled me a bottle of Adrenicin, and I chugged it down without a thought. 
 
 *Long, brown hair. A beautiful smile, good teeth. I was already inside her at this point. She was enjoying herself, trying to give me the best experience she could. I was a pretty man, after all. Quite the catch. * 
 
 *I flipped her over, put my left hand on her throat. I started to push down, right on her jugular. I could n't remember whether she liked it or not, but the low moans told me I did n't have to worry. * 
 
 *'' What am I worth to you, baby? Huh? `` * 
 
 *About tree fiddy, I thought to myself. * 
 

