[ WP ] In the future , technology exists to transfer one person 's conciousness to another body , giving identity theft a whole new meaning . Write about the identity black market .

The ficko who walked into my office looked completely vakava, no-nonsense, straight-laced. He wore a white button-up shirt and black tie with matching pants. A real office worker, this one. His hair was neatly placed in a professional part and his glasses were speckless. I was curious as to why this dude was getting his Tudatos Transfer in the black market, but if he had the Geld for it, he could have it. 
 
 “ You in the right place, amiko? ” I asked kindly as I gestured for the guy to have a seat next to the Tudatos Transfer console. 
 
 “ I believe so, ” he said, a bit timidly, sorta shyly. “ You do TT service, right? ” 
 
 “ Bingo, ” I grinned, giving him an archaic thumbs-up. 
 
 “ I, uh, understand that this operation is not exactly on the up-and-up, correct? ” 
 
 “ Well, we aren ’ t exactly licensed by Big Papa Mozak to perform transfers, ” I explained. “ That alright with you? ” 
 
 “ Of course, ” the office worker smiled gingerly. He reached into his side purse and brought out a wallet of Gelds and a small vial, saying, “ I brought the necessary transfer piece, as well as payment. ” 
 
 “ Right on, right on, ” I replied, taking the money and the vial. “ Now, ” I said, as I set the vial into its proper slot in the Tudatos Transfer console, “ are you absolutely sure this is the body you want to be transferred into? You didn ’ t accidentally get a wrong piece? We can ’ t have you leaving your body and entering a completely unknown one, y ’ know. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m sure, ” that vakava ficko nodded. 
 
 “ Alrighty, ” I said, taking the dude ’ s hand and placing it into the console glove. Looking over at the display screen, I saw that the machine had read and aligned the DNA of the intended transfer destination. With everything set and ready to go, I asked the guy, “ Have you ever done Tudatos Transfer before? ” 
 
 “ No, ” he replied softly. 
 
 “ Okay, well, when your consciousness begins to leave your body, you ’ re gon na feel a little like your drowning. This is your body going into hibernation for the duration of your transfer. An initial transfer period will last about six to eight days, about a week, and then you ’ ll come back to your own meat-sack. Understand? ” 
 
 “ Yes, ” he said, nervously. He was one of those fickos who resorted to one-word responses when they got anxious. 
 
 “ Now, it may be a little difficult for a new transferer to coordinate with the native consciousness, but you should be able to synch up fairly quick. Maybe a matter of hours. Now, ” I finished up, “ Shall we get to it? ” 
 
 “ Yes, ” the dude smiled faintly. 
 
 I hit the big red button on the stolen Tudatos Transfer console and, with a jolt, the guy ’ s body began to sink into the chair, the hibernation process already starting, the entire transfer process taking only a few seconds in total. 
 
 Suddenly, I felt my head start to furiously ache. That Skepnan! He was coming over into me! I felt my mind stretch and grow to allow his consciousness to enter the same metaphysical space as held my own. 
 
 It felt like someone shoving creamed corn in a tube. Just jamming it in there, trying to burst the sides, until finally POP! it came out the other end. 
 
 You ’ re under arrest for the illegal implementation and servicing of a Tudatos Transfer, the ficko ’ s mind erupted in my head. He was a ficken Mozak Cop! Your own consciousness will be transferred to Caeth Valley for indefinite incarceration, effective immediately. 
 
 I tried to pound the officer ’ s consciousness from my head with my fist, trying to escape the horrid imprisonment that was about to be placed upon me, but it did no good. And then, just like before, I felt that creamed-corn-through-a-tube feeling, only this time it was stronger because it was happening with my own mind. When the POP! went off this time, I would be in that hellish detention realm, that Caeth Valley. 
 
 Your body will be transferred to the Mozak Physical Incarceration Facility, that ficko kept talking, for proper storage until such time as it is determined that your consciousness may be brought back. Any objections to this procedure on your part will…. 
 
 POP!
