Go to Rekall they said. It will be fun they said. So I go to Rekall and next thing I know I’m suddenly embroiled in espionage on Mars and unable to determine if my experiences are real or the result of memory implants
It’s 2084 and I having troubling dreams about Mars and a mysterious woman who may or may not be my wife. I don’t know what was real and what was implanted and the aliens with three tits certainly weren’t making things any less confusing. But I suppose that will happen to a fellow, by-and-by.
Hesh One modification of 1990’s “Total Recall” logo for the Rekall Corporation.