Memory Stick

By Paul Comstock

Imagine a world where IQ means nothing. Where another measure, something called PQ, Potential Quotient, has replaced it, and where a person's worth is determined by this measure instead. For Low Pots like Tricia Clark, a brilliant girl with a high IQ but low PQ, it means being stuck in a prison she can never break free of, or does it?

Also Included in Space and Waste, Anthology #2 (ISBN 9781476146225) and Anthology #3 (ISBN 9781476122038)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Comstock
• Release date: Oct 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466029910

Book preview

Memory Stick

by

Paul Comstock

http://www.paulallancomstock.com

SMASHWORDS EDITION

* * * * *

PUBLISHED BY:

Paul Comstock on Smashwords

Memory Stick

Copyright © 2007 by Paul Comstock

* * * * *

Memory Stick

Tricia Clark fidgeted while deciding upon which one of the colored memory sticks to use next. Each beckoned to her, holding a unique set of memories, some more tempting than others. Some were her own, some were from her friends, and yet others were ones that she had purchased. Reaching over she picked up the green one, her favorite. It held some marvelous memories from her friend Barti who had taken a trip to Europe. Tricia held it between her thumb and forefinger, stroking its smooth plastic surface. She considered plugging it in, and sighed. Reluctantly she set the stick carefully back into its storage spot and picked up the well-worn gray one she knew all too well. Lifting up her hair, she located the slot just above her right ear, and plugged it in.

A rush of unimportant and boring information poured into her. Information she knew as well as she knew her own name, though without the stick in place, she couldn't remember much of it at all. Things like where and when the transport shuttles ran, her current credit balance, and today, the most useful bit of information, the listings of companies and businesses offering jobs.

Her gray had been updated just a few hours ago through a public connection, so she felt confident that she could find a job quickly. Tricia took one last look at the neat little sticks lined up in their storage trays. Shaking her head, she stood and headed toward the door. Without a job, they would be the last she would be able to afford and her life would be even