[ WP ] In a world where people can buy and sell skills , you work at a skill pawn shop and someone is trying to pawn a skill that you ca n't value or appraise .

The bells attached to the door quietly ring. That's your cue to force a smile. Reflexively, you spout the same greeting you've given a thousand times before, `` Hello and Welcome to Gregory's Second Hand skills. Are you looking to buy or sell?'' 
 
 A venerable man shuffles at an agonizing speed up to the counter. His lips move with great pain. `` I'm selling.'' You internally sigh. Taking skills out of people over 60 usually fails, there's no chance the extraction will work on this centurian, yet company policy mandates you try. `` Ahh yes, please sit down in this chair, and we'll start the extraction procedure. 
 
 Start thinking about the skill now, and I'll take care of the rest. ``, you spout with false enthusiasm. 
 
 The man looks towards the chair. His face has none of the emotions that flavor life on display, in their place is both resolve and resignation. After what seems like an agonizing eternity, the man has finally sat in the chair. His lips quiver `` I'm ready.'' 
 
 You wish you could hurry up, but you have to make sure you obey all of the regulations, lawyers salivate at the thought of being able to sue a skill shop that makes a mistake. `` Okay sir. I just have to strap you into the chair, as some people have accidentally fallen out of the chair during the process.'' 
 
 You fasten the old leather straps to the man's wrists, ankles and waist. As the metal dome is placed over his head, the man's eyes look bleak. 
 
 You confirm one last time, as the law requires, `` Everything is ready.'' He snaps a response at you, `` Just get it over with already!'' You throw the switch. The man convulses as his experiences leave him. The lights dim from the immense power draw of the machine. Soon enough, the machine stops and the lights return. 
 
 Protocol dictates that you unbuckle him now, but curiosity gets the better of you, and you look at the monitor. It reads, `` Skill uploaded: Facing execution by electric chair without flinching.'' 
 
 You look over at the man. He's not breathing.
