[ WP ] You live in a world where giving a child a name is like creating a username online where a system will check if the name is available . No one in the whole world can have the same name . One day , you meet a person with the exact same spelling , pronunciation , and name as yours .

This Name Already Exists 
 
 I always thought i was lucky. My name was not that bad. My classmates were called such monstrosities like `` QWERTY1991Two'' or `` J0AN3-D3C3MB3R'' or `` Felixilefskipholonamous7Giraffe'', who was my best friend since middle school. Really rich people can afford relatively normal names, that just repeated themselves like `` MariaMariaMariaMariaMariaMariaMariaMaria''. The price for a name like that with under ten repetitions could easily reach hundred-thousand dollars or more. That's why some of them are still available. But it was a status symbol parents were happy to pay for, if they could afford it. It opened doors. There is hardly a public figure who did n't have an expensive name. 
 
 Everybody is marked with their names. They etched it into your molar, once you had your permanent dentition. But you already got it tattooed on your right forearm right after you were born. Every morning in front of the bathroom mirror, as you are brushing your theeth, you are reminded of your name and therefore of your place in society. 
 
 Since my name was kinda okay, i was able to go to medical school, even if i was only able to get a job in pathology afterwards. 
 
 So one day we got a body in without any identification. We call that a `` JohnDoeDeadPersonWeDon'tKnowHisNameYet''. He died in an explosion. The skin on his forearm was all burned ( probably in a futile attempt to protect his face from the flames ), which is why it was my task to identify him by his molar. I extracted it with a hard pull of my forceps and put it under the microscope. I could not believe what i read. I was so shocked, i had to check my own forearm and compare it to the writing on the tooth. It was exactly the same sequence of letters. `` That must be a mistake'', i thought as i ran his name through the database. And sure enough, there were two entries. One for him and one for myself. Our pictures looked nothing alike. He was five years older than me, which meant that he got that name first. Suddenly a warning screen popped up, informing me that the name i just searched belonged to a person the police were looking for. That meant that the authorities were notified and would shortly arrive at the morgue. 
 
 Panic took over. I tried to think of a way to get out of the building unseen as I got out of my lab coat and into my jacket, but it was already too late. The door swung open and four people stormed in, two officers and two of my colleagues. 
 
 `` Oh no no, you were n't trying to get away, were you? ``, one of the policemen said. 
 
 `` No, i was just getting ready for my lunch break!'' 
 
 `` You are under arrest for the murder of WilliamWilliamWilliamWilliamWilliam''. 
 
 ___________ 
 
 It felt like i sat for hours, waiting in that grey interrogation room with the bleak light and uncomfortable chairs. They gave me painkillers, but my mouth still hurt from when they extracted my molar. Finally someone came in, an older detective with a small suitcase in hand. He sat it on the table in front of him so that only he could see it's content. 
 
 `` I am sorry for that little misunderstanding down in the morgue. We know that you are not the killer of WilliamWilliamWilliamWilliamWilliam.'' 
 
 I exhaled in relief. 
 
 He took two small evidence bags out of the suitcase and threw them on the table in front of me. One contained my own tooth, the other one the molar i extracted myself from the body in the morgue. 
 
 The detective sat down. `` But you know what this means'', he said. 
 
 `` Please, the other guy is dead! Ca n't you just let me keep my name and let me go home?'' 
 
 `` You know that that's not possible. The system has to be clean; there can be no two people with the same name. We are still trying to find out why this happens occasionally. We are very sorry, that this happened to you'', the detective said. 
 
 I begged him. `` Ca n't you just change his name?'' 
 
 `` I am afraid we ca n't do that. He is the subject of the investigation of a high-profile murder case. Really, we're doing you a favour here. You do n't want to have this name once the press gets hold of the name of the killer. This is just standard procedure. You get a government issued name now.'' 
 
 He took a tattoo-machine out of the suitcase and plugged it in. 
 
 `` Please put your arm on the table.'' 
 
 `` No, you ca n't do that to me! ``, i screamed. `` I did n't do anything!'' 
 
 Two officers had to hold me down while the detective crossed out my old name and wrote my new name above it: 
 
 `` NO-REGERTS'' 
 

