On my umpteenth visit to Docteur Arnaud – his many reassurances notwithstanding – he joked to me about a possibility. I was desperate.
‘Well, they’re no Scientifique; people flocking to them anyway. Uhh, if anyone asks, you didn’t hear it from…’
I was out his door, jumping the turnstiles after nearly ramming into a cyclist. ‘Behind the café with the flickering neon signboard,’ he’d said. The Eiffel towered in the distance; each step towards the nondescript Magasin intensifying the hum of yet another protest. It’s the soul-sucking corporations and billionaires this week; war enlistment the week before. ‘You’re being lied to, controlled, manipulated,’ the placards always say. As if we don’t do to each other in private what they do openly.
A young woman rolled her eyes, stomped on her cigarette butt and led me in.
‘Package Basique comes with pre-programmed memories, Classique with memory upgrades. But Prestige,’ the salesman leaned in to whisper, ‘you create your own memories.’ Then softly, ‘All we need – votre âme.’
I had goosebumps.
My heart raced and sank at the mere thought of my memories. I knew no soul in ‘la Ville de l’Amour.’ Save random pat-downs and being shoved in dark alleys, knew no touch.
‘So, post-procedure, I’ll have a wonderful family! What’ll my memories say where they are now?’
‘That they’re safe, awaiting your return from the Space War.’
I could do with that, I reckoned. A man dead inside can do with just about anything.
I looked at the unlikely scene unfolding. People were smiling, nodding at me. Beautiful memories were displayed on huge screens. Happy faces walked out, upbeat about their soul exchange.
‘Where do I sign up?’ I teared up. The salesman pointed to the testing counter.
‘Docteur Arnaud says I’m fit as a fiddle,’ I declared confidently, closing my eyes – manifesting the two kids, a Labrador and the loving wife as promised – as the staff hooked me to a machine.
‘Désolé …’ A voice rang in my ears, waking me up.
‘Is it about money?’
‘No, it’s just,’ his face dropped, ‘you got no soul to begin with.’






