In this giant room, encased behind the back-lit memorials of the walls, are the minds of the greatest people to walk this planet.

When people visit this “museum” of sorts, they can, for a nominal price, select any of the minds to tap into and watch the memories of that person play out, like a live-action movie.

They get a front-row view of it all: What these people saw, how they experienced it, their thoughts as they went through these memories, how they reasoned through these events and used them to create or accomplish whatever great feat they are known for.

The price to enter the museum and simply be in the presence of these memories is steep; to access just one memory collection is an additional fee, and the fee increases depending on which person’s memory the visitor wants to access.

The further back into the museum the visitor travels, the more expensive the memories.

Two struggling parents decide, from the moment they find out they are expecting, to save as much money as they can so they can take their child to this museum.

The dad decides to place their savings in the market, and when the stock booms, he pulls out and they have just enough to access the museum and one of the elite memories of their choosing.

They decide to do this for their child so that their child may internalize the mindset, the thoughts, the experiences of the great person, so that child may in turn be great themselves.

This will allow the child to break generations of poverty and bad luck.

But, the mind they access has some shocking surprises.

And the family finds out, that not _every_ great person is innocent.

And that the world is much, much smaller than it appears.

Do they end up inadvertently causing more harm than good to their child, and to themselves, by living these “memories”?