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

A man dressed in a black duster walks hurriedly down a narrow alley way, its raining hard. Bright red and green neon lights light up the streets in this neighborhood, there´s so many of them you can hardly see the sky. 
 The man turns a corner and walks down some steps. a chinese bouncer wearing a black suite and black shades stands by a red door at the bottom, upon seeing him come down the steps he knocks two times on the door, a buzzing sound cuts through the air and the door opens. The man steps in, he walks down a hallway passing a lounge area with black leather sofas and a bar that only sells expensive whiskey. some of the patrons are slouched in the sofas, drool dripping down their chins, open wine bottles, glasses half full, most of them wear thick visors with cords that link in a little socket in their necks. This is where the rich come to preview the merchandise. the man gets to another door and stops, in the corner a camera with a red blinking light zooms in on him the lenz shrinks and expands and then stops, more buzzing, the door opens. he steps into the room. its small, nothing in it only one table and two chairs in the middle, a light bulb hanging on a cord above it. a well dressed asian man sits by the table with a portable computer terminal in front of him. `` well?'' the asian man sai´s and gestures him to come over and sit. the man seems to hoover across the floor, dripping wet the duster glossy with water, he sits down. they sit for a while staring at eachother, as if in some kind of mind reading game, finally the asian man clears his throat and say´s `` do you have it?''. the man in the duster grunts and pulls out a small black disk and puts it on the table. the asian man slides his hand over and grabs it, he wipes it off and puts it in the drive. the computer starts to come alive with beeps and fans starting up, the asian man looks at the screen for a moment, suddenly he cringes his eyes wide, then he starts to smile although it never looks sincere. 
 `` this is just what the client asked for, and on such short notice to'' 
 
 the man in the duster wipes is forehead, his thick black hair going to one side, `` so you like it? i can get the agreed amount?'' 
 
 `` of course, minus twenty percent of course, commission you see, this particular memory is very much in demand, but only few clients have the money to pay for them'' he manages malicious smirk showing gold teeth. 
 
 `` I want it all, you never said anything about any twenty percent, do you think i enjoy making these memories?'' 
 
 `` its non-negotiable i´m afraid, if you dont like it i could always call the police and see what they think of this, perhaps they would take an interest in how you procured this memory, it would not take them long to figure out you actually did this, and then what?'' 
 
 the man frowned, he made a fist with his right hand and banged hard down on the wooden table, few cracks formed, a bouncer came rushing in but the asian man waved him of. 
 
 `` fine, just give me the credits'' 
 
 the asian man went to his pocket and grabbed a credit pad with a fixed amount on it and slid it over. 
 
 the man stood up and grabbed it in one motion, he turned and walked towards the door but just before he reached it the asian man said `` next time make them cry and beg, the client likes it when they cry'' 
 
 the man pushed open the door slamming it behind him
