Harold changed his mind. It was old and he was tired of it, though he thought it still ran pretty well, for a mind that had been around for so many years, clogged with the silt of so many memories, his childhood and lovers and friends.
The ads for newer minds sounded attractive, although with his old mind, Harold couldn’t quite understand what the ads were saying about nano and pico and femto and how buying one was such a great investment. Wouldn’t it be nice to understand all this new stuff?
So Harold changed his mind. As he rose from the psychician’s table, he realized how powerful his new mind was. It could understand nano, now. And pico. And femto. He took his new mind for a spin and was dizzied by how fast it was, how unemcumbered.
And those old memories? Definitely pre-nano; he’d never miss them. Because he’d never remember them. Ever. <END>
Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: See/Saw. In this novel from Ink Smith Publishing, you can sell your memories for cash. And regret it.