I stand in line with a few dozen other people desperately awaiting my turn. Some people are young and some people are old but we all came here for a reason. We need to buy something. Some people might be buying small things and give up memories of a vacation or book they read but some are here for…bigger purchases, like me. Whatever memory they take away it’s worth it. My wife fell gravely Ill after being exposed to radiation from a nearby nuke. The only way to save her is a lung transplant.

After waiting outside the giant white building, a woman wearing a blue suit escorts me in. Everybody there is dressed so fancy with dresses and suit meanwhile I came in a T-shirt and jeans.

“Mr Sulkin, is that you?” Asks the man sitting behind a desk. He is the red haired guy I see in every memory replacement comercial.

“Yes sir that’s me” I respond.

He rummages through a yellow folder he has out and I glance at a picture of me and my wife.

“So you are here to get a lung transplant, you know that’s going to cost an important memory. You might forget how to speak, friendships, weddings.”

“I know what the consequences are sir, but what I’ll lose if I don’t do this is far more important than any memory”.

“Very well” he says.

I sign a few papers and he begins sticking wired to my head. He then puts on a hat like machine and sits back down.

“This will only take a moment” he says.

He presses a red button and the machine lets out a loud roaring sound. It gets louder and louder until it finally stops.

“Thank you for your cooperation sir your wife will get her transplant soon” says the man in front of me.

Wife? I don’t have a wife.

“I think your talking to the wrong man. I don’t have a wife” I say.

I get up from the chair and walk out the building. Why was I even there anyway? Doesn’t matter I need to get back to work.