So they are bought the copyright of our memory.
Watch out, someone will buy the recipe of the apple pie, or try to get a patent for sunday's bbq. One of these days we will have to pay royalties for everything.
Oh porcy, there's no copyright of our memories! Those memories live in our hearts! They're in the wonder a child feels on Christmas morning. They're in the way everything feels so much more peaceful just after the winter's first snowfall. They're in... aww, fuck it! You're right, it's just The Man sticking it to us again.