When I logged my skills in GigNet (a mandatory part of emigration to Europa; when a colony has fewer than 2000 people, you need to be able to locate every available specialty) I listed Forensic Mnemologist as one of my fields. I did that basically as a gag; I mean sure I’ve done the training and a few years practice, but it’s kind of a useless skill ever since they banned manufacture and use of memory probes back on Earth. Less funny at 2am when you get jolted awake by a code red (urgent, compulsory response for all registered skillholders) job request—haha compulsory “request”—for a memory edit. Later, blinking constantly to clear the sleep from my eyes, already having downed two week’s worth of precious coffee allowance, I looked up from the datapad to the attending doctor. “I can see memory traces but they’re blank, it’s like their brain just recorded six hours of static”.
“They were found in the ice tunnels with those sucker marks on their arms. They claim to not remember what attacked them. Dig deeper, we need to know!”
“I’m not sure *I* want to know.”
“Tough titties luv, you’re the only Mnemologist in the system”