It’s 2115. I’m a pirate.

No, not an old-time Somali. A digital one, of course. I don’t pirate music, or movies, or software, however. I pirate things much more precious: we jack into the mind.

It started small: grab an idea, sell it to the highest bidder. Perhaps steal an emotion, or gank a memory.

The market grew. Everyone wanted hopes and aspirations. When you would steal them, your victims would become your customers. You could steal and sell them over and over.

It’s a lucrative business.

Whatever my business is.

Wait, who am I?

What year is this, anyway?

(by Marianne McCann. Presented at Espresso Yourself, 5th January, 2015.)


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