"We Can Remember It for You Wholesale”
by Philip K. Dick
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“The science fiction
writers of this world are resolutely different – from mankind and from each
other – except that Philip K. Dick is more different,” editors Brian W. Aldiss
and Harry Harrison wrote in their anthology Nebula
Award Stories Two. Except that, in a twist Dick would have enjoyed, the
story they were introducing, his 1966 “We Can Remember It for You Wholesale,” was never nominated for a Nebula, the highest honor bestowed by SFWA, the
Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers
of America, Inc.
It wasn’t even a runner-up for best short story of its year. Like editor
Roger Zelazny, who the next year shoehorned J. G. Ballard’s “The Cloud-Sculptors
of Coral D” into his Nebula Award anthology despite its shunning by the SFWA,
sometimes editors gotta do what editors gotta do,even if it requires implanting eerily realistic
memories of what ought to have been.
Like those of Dick’s Walter
Mittyish, Earth-bound protagonist Douglas Quail, who has become obsessed with a
dream of visiting Mars. And not just visiting the newly-colonized planet, but
of visiting it as an agent of the solar system’s interplanetary police force,
Interplan.
That will never happen, of
course. He can’t even afford the cost of trip to Mars, let alone qualify as an
interplanetary agent. But he can afford the next best thing – to buy an
implanted memory of such an adventure. And he knows just the place to get that
done.
The technicians at Rekal
(pronounced “recall” the receptionist corrects Quail) are happy to implant such
memories. “The actual memory, will all its vagueness, omissions and
ellipses, not to say distortions – that’s second-best,” the Rekal salesman assures Quail.
But Rekal’s technicians are stunned to realize that Quail actually has been to Mars as an
Interplan spy where he committed a political assassination, only to have his
memory of the true event (or was it?) previously erased. Now Rekal’s hypnotic
drugs have unleashed a true memory of what was intended to be a false memory.
Not daring to explain this
to Quail, the techs make no attempt to alter the existing memory. But he finds the recollection of his Martian adventure, now recalled consciously, just as
hazy and vague as any real memory. Preparing to blast off a complaint to the Better Business Bureau, he finds a box of Martian souvenirs
in his desk. What's going on?
And why are there Interplan
cops in his apartment, and a telepathic transmitter, and a still more
deeply-buried memory, which seems to Quail to be one of his boyhood fantasies?
How’s a reader, not to mention Quail, supposed to know what’s real and what
isn’t?
If any of this sounds
familiar, maybe you’re remembering the movie Total Recall, in either its 1990 or 2012 versions, both
based loosely, but only loosely, on “We Can Remember It for You Wholesale.”
Or maybe you’re inside the
mind of Philip Kindred Dick on February 18, 1982, as he lies on the floor of
his small apartment, unconscious from a stroke that will shortly kill him and perhaps
thinking, as Anthony Peake writes in A Life of Philip K. Dick: The Man Who Remembered the Future, “My God,
my life is exactly like the plot of any one of 10 of my novels or stories. Even
down to fake memories and identity. I’m a protagonist from one of PKD’s books.”
(Next Friday, Adventure
classics begins an August of adventures at sea with Charles Darwin’s The Voyage of the Beagle.)
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