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"Memories fade away. Light never does."  --Ad for Obscura  The two men sat in the waiting room of the Obscura Inc. Space Station not really knowing what to expect. There had been much written--both bad and good--about the Obscura service, but what actually happened once you stepped into that room remained a mystery. Of the two men, one fairly young, the other quite old; Ralph, 79, was the most confused. His confusion was not at all helped by the presence of the young man to his left: What the hell is he doing here? What could he possibly need remembered? Ralph's own answer to that question was quite clear: His wife had died a decade ago, her mind went roughly three years before that and now that he felt his own mind going he wanted to relive their third date while it actually had some significance to him.  The reflection of everything that's ever happened on Earth exists somewhere. As Obscura told it clients: "It's simply a matter of finding it". The service was, to be honest, quite expensive. It also would cost more for Ralph then for the young man, Tom, because the reflected energy from Ralph's particular memory was traveling at light-speed  somewhere near Pluto (thus it would have to be bounced off four Obscura satellites), while Tom's memories, even if he chose to "see" his own birth, couldn't be much farther then Jupiter. Ironically, Tom was a multi-millionaire and could afford any memory of the last three centuries, while Ralph had sold everything he owned for today's twenty minute viewing session.  But in answer to Ralph's question: Why was the young man here. He wanted to relive the "greatest day of his life", a day long before he made his millions, a day who's significance is pointless to try to explain because it's beauty only meant something to Tom and won't mean anything to you and would be considered rather ordinary by most standards. However, there was a day not that long ago that Tom wanted to exist in forever (although Obscura doesn't offer that service).  Tom was remembering this day as best as he could hope to (without the help of satellites) when a Obscura Rep entered the waiting room. The Rep quickly scanned over Tom, but then turned to the tired old man.  "We're ready now, sir", he sad with a compassionate smile. What he meant was that the light from that day fifty years ago, had been locked in on, successfully "bounced", and would reach Earth's orbit and the station momentarily.  The old man removed his coat (really the only thing that still belonged to him) and followed the Rep into the Obscura chamber. Once he was in, the door was shut and the light went out. Ralph breathed heavily as a tiny hole in the ceiling opened up and from beneath the glass floor a prism came upwards.  It took a minute, but a small beam shot in through the hole and hit the floor, bouncing all over the walls. The room started to develop like an old Polaroid. What was a bright white light, quickly became the old lights of an old city.Blink. Blink. Blink. A car, ancient but pristine, whizzed by Ralph, almost hitting him, but the old man felt no fear. He was surrounded by a crowd, their clothes and the smiles on their faces were of another era. From in the middle of the crowd, a young woman appeared, recognizably prettier then anyone else. She smiled at Ralph and he smiled back...  But let us leave them. I simply wanted to tell you about Obscura. What happens inside that chamber is only for Ralph and really none of our business.
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