[ 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 .

`` Please lie down, sir. We will begin the procedure shortly.'' I walk toward a table in the middle of a bright room. The walls are eggshell white and much cleaner than the dank alley leading to this room. I hesitate, seeing the hole in the middle of the table. `` I ca n't believe they do this through a tube in the ass.'' The sides of the table are encased by plastic, and a computer is nearby, plugged into the table. 
 
 I heard about this place from a friend. `` It's just like the real thing!'' he said, `` Nobody would be able to tell the difference!'' he said. I guess I would find out soon enough. 
 
 As I lay down, a man with a lab coat walks in. He sits next to me, `` Hey there Mr...'' He glances at his clipboard. `` Pinto! So, what are you looking to learn today, a new language,'' he smiles and raises an eyebrow, `` some sexual techniques to spice things up in the bedroom, perhaps?'' 
 
 `` I want to know everything I need for a four year degree in biology.'' His smile fades lightly, `` Ah, a college degree. Like most other people.'' I hear him typing into the computer. `` Alright, looks like everything is set. Let's begin.'' 
 
 I feel a cold tube come up from the hole, and more machinery comes protruding from the tube. I feel a surge of information rush through me, up my spine and into my mind. I see the pages of books flipping so quickly I can barely see a thing. 
 
 The books close and I open my eyes. `` Looks like everything has copied over properly. Do n't use the bathroom for the next two hours and tell your friends about us!'' We stand, shake hands, and I head out. 
 
 After a few weeks, I manage to get an interview for a simple lab tech job. Maybe now I can make a decent living and pay back my friend for telling me about the transfer spot. I meet with the interviewer, an older man with balding hair. He's probably one of the few people that actually read the physical copies of the books I've added to my mind. 
 
 He glances down at a piece of paper. `` I see you've put down that you downloaded a bachelor's in biology.'' `` Yes, though I had the procedure done recently.'' That should n't be a problem, I'll just ask you a few questions to determine the quality and completeness of the information transfer.'' 
 
 I've got this. I can clearly see the books in my head, as if they were in my hand. `` What does mitochondria do?'' I flip through the book in my head. 
 
 `` Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the pages 19 through 435 are unavailable.'' He looks back up at me, confused. `` What did you just say?'' 
 
 I look back in my mind. It should be there! I flip the pages and see everything past page 20 is blurred. My eyes grow wide and I realize what's happened. `` Whoever did your transfer must have given you a sample copy of a book by accident. I thought they got rid of those by now, but in any case, just let the institution know and it will be corrected.'' 
 
 `` Thanks, I-I'll make sure to do just that.'' I weakly make out a smile and walk out quickly. I remember my dad mentioning things like this back when people had to actually go to college. He would try to look up information online, see a book on Google and try to read from it to find that most of the pages were just unavailable. 
 
 I take a look through each of the books that were transferred. Blurred pages cover the majority of every book. After months of scrapping up what I needed for the procedure, I'm out of money again. I let out a sigh. I may not be able to make a decent living, but I can at least head over to a friend's house so I can pay him back.
