[ WP ] When someone dies they can pass their memories and skills of their choosing to different people in their will . When a wealthy man passes away members of his extended family are shocked at what they have each individually inherited from him .

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 Roger was nervous. He had never been selected for a memory transfer before. His friends were n't particularly well off. Actually, the opposite was true. His friends, like himself, lived in the city slums. But he had heard all about the procedure, mostly mixed accounts. Some of his friends claimed it hurt immensely. Roger loathed pain and had a terribly tiny threshold for it. But today was the day it was to be done. 
 
 The clinic staff placed Roger in the waiting room once he signed in. He noted that he was the most underdressed in the waiting room. He wore a plain black t-shirt, faded grey from wear and work outside. His jeans were torn at the bottom and were tinted brown from dirt. His shoes were noticeably tearing on the sides. He took a seat in the corner and began reading a popular magazine. Roger flipped through the magazine, trying to find an article not involving what celebrities were trendy and what was cool. Roger stopped on a page and looked at a woman in a picture. He then looked up at a woman across from him in the other corner of the waiting room. Sure enough, it was the woman in the picture. Her cellular phone began ringing. 
 
 “ Jaymie speaking. No I can ’ t right now. Why can ’ t I talk? I told you, I ’ m at the memory transfer bank. Whose memories? Does it matter? It ’ s another one of my fans. Yes, they put me in their will. Receiving memories increases sales and popularity. Just wait until next month. “ 
 
 Roger felt sick to his stomach. His memory transfer was from his cousin Tommy, from his father ’ s side. Tommy wasn ’ t from the city. Tommy lived on a farm with paternal grandparents. When Tommy was young, his mother died due to an accident at work. She transported uniforms for different companies and had complained several times to her boss that the van was stalling. She had sent e-mails and everything. The van stalled one afternoon and some other woman who was not paying attention rammed into her driver ’ s side. She died instantly. His father sued the mother ’ s workplace and won a substantial amount of money. On top of the life insurance, it was a pretty substantial package. Tommy ’ s father killed himself shortly after. So at 10 years old, Tommy went to live with on the farm with his grandparents. His grandparents knew about the money, but kept it from Tommy until his 18th birthday. On his 18th birthday, they told him that he had $ 50,000. Tommy was a sharp kid. He already had a full-ride scholarship to a good school. So he kept the money in the bank. 
 
 “ Roger. Roger Jackson. Roger, are you here? Roger. ” 
 
 Roger had been lost in thought. After the 5th or 6th call, he stood up. 
 
 “ We don ’ t have all day; do you see this waiting room? ” He looked around. Most of the people from earlier had already left. He hadn ’ t noticed. 
 They took him to a waiting room and a nurse put on a video. 
 
 “ Yous just sit here and watch this and it ’ ll tell you what will happen… Yous ever done this before? ” she said with an accent that reminded him of the old Philadelphia. 
 
 Roger shook his head no. 
 The video began by describing the procedure. The procedure began by the surgeon removing a portion of the skull and transferring the memories via a cable attached to a computer. Roger remembered his friends telling him that your entire life flashes before your eyes and you remember everything from the moment you were born for seconds. He thought that made sense. The video mentioned that this may happen but assured that once the procedure was complete, most memories fade and you are left with those you started with. Except for the newly transferred memories, of course. 
 
 After the video was over, Roger was to wait some more. He tried to think of what memories Tommy would give him. When Roger turned 11, he began visiting his grandparent ’ s farm with Tommy and went every summer until he was 16. Tommy was Roger ’ s best friend growing up. It only occurred to him as an adult that Tommy never felt the same way. Tommy was 3 years Roger ’ s senior and had little interest in others as a teen. His grandparents sent him to a boarding school where he came home on weekends. Since his parents died, Tommy did nothing but school work. He studied all the time. He was obsessed with the idea of owning a business and treating his employees fairly. Roger never understood what he meant as a child. Roger wasn ’ t all that smart and had other things on his mind. But he did know that Tommy ended up owning his own business, but he never did treat his employees fairly. Money changes people, Roger thought. 
 
 The door opened. 
 “ Roger Jackson, right. ” 
 Roger nodded. 
 “ Right this way. You are the 3rd of 7 that Tommy wanted to donate too. Right after his kid and his wife. You all must have been pretty close eh? ” 
 Roger just shrugged “ Guess so. ” 

