"Don't do it... Please, we can make it on our own we don't need this. Please Syd, I can sell my mother's ring I can thin out the soup, not this," Eve was pleading her husband, tears beginning trickle down her cheeks.
He glared her in the eyes with an iron look. "I need to do this. The little one shouldn't come into this world starving." He put his hand on her full belly. "You're eight months in, Eve." There was no changing his mind. He turned around and began walking away.
"You don't even remember our first date anymore," Eve whispered as Syd left, slamming the door after him.
It was true. No matter how hard Syd tried, he could not remember his first date with Eve. Nor their first kiss. The thoughts ran chills along his spine.
The black market was crowded to the point where you had to push your way through the streams of people shouting and exchanging money and goods over each other's heads. Syd saw people of all ethnicities, genders, and even children as trying to earn a buck to pay for dinner. People like Syd. Poor people. People without an alternative.
On the stands, in contrast, stood the rich ones. Those that wanted more out of life. They were wearing white and black with their trimmed, clean and smug faces. All of them were advertising their own price, "ten dollars per memory, twenty for your first memory. Come one come all." Syd despised them to the point where he wanted to kill them. And yet, they had what he needed. Money. Money for Eve and the baby.
"I want to sell all my memories," Syd yelled out as loud as he could. The market went silent and everyone seemed to be looking at Syd. The moneybags had hungry looks in their faces and suddenly they all began to yell.
"A hundred bucks!" one yelled.
"Two hundred!" another one screamed.
Some began to grab him. "I'll give your family a new house. Let them live with me. How would you like that?"
"Don't listen to him. I own a farm. I could feed your family bread and meat for the rest of your lives. Sell me your memories."
They were grabbing Syd, pulling in his clothes snapping remarks at each other while the poor began to yell at each other and fight. The black market filled with screams and yells and in the midsts of it all Syd stood still, making his decision and enjoying the memories while they lasted.
The door was swung open and Eve looked up. "Syd, thank God you're back I was so worried that..."
A man looked back at her with a grand smile as he ran over to take her in his arms.
Eve stepped away from him with her hands protectively in front of her. "Get away from me. I don't know you." The man was tall with an angular face just like Syd, but his skin was darker and his eyes were all wrong. Behind the man's ear was the tip of a USB.
"What's wrong, Eve? Don't you remember? It's me. Syd!"