If I could have any superpower
it would be instant familiarity
memory blank deja-jamais vu
impact field.
Basically anyone I aim it
(or
I can
just turn it
on blanket -
omnidirectional) instantly
recognizes me. Or
they know in an instant,
they should. They should.
I am someone they know
for sure they should
recognize.
Now they're the one up
to no good - for I sure seem
to recognize them! (I made
dossiers) (I can't just know
strangers and names at
a glance!)
They know,
they know me
- I'm someone
supposed to be
known.
They should know.
Inexcusable lapse! They
can tell - but what's riding
on it? No idea! That's half
of the whole dilemma
I bring!
Not...famous? Important?
No, no - someone
nearer. Some direct and
forceful influence king.
Who is it? Anyway. I am
someone supposed to be here!
More than they! They embarrassedly
sense. Someone who it's shameful
you can't recognize. The whole
force of social expense/expectation
is bent upon them to not be found
out!
Just what the hell my name is. Wrack,
wrack, wrack, your mind, flailing on the
spot...or any spike or shard of context
surely would drag the necessities
in view. Who IS this guy?
"I KNOW I'm supposed to KNOW"
me! It's just me, with my social
dirty trick superpower on max!
Post-encounter, they'd be like "whew!"
"Got out of it unscathed! They didn't
even realize I forgot their name"
"...and everything else about
who the hell was that? Anyway,
gave 'em what they expected of
me, got out of it. Tricked 'em
smooth." Smug. Triumphant.
Relieved.
Like that.
Like a bandit.
Of course I don't misuse it.
While I'm in weaponized
social awkward memory
blank cloak mode though,
I'm not actually writing
to waking memory then.
Dream memory writes
to a different tape that
erases itself if you don't
write it down, tell someone
or otherwise fix it in place, awake.
I
(the momentaneous experience of me)
write to that tape instead.
So post-encounter, I fade like a dream.
They can't remember specifically: face,
voice, height, race, gender or what I wore,
just size, shape (silhouette) and how I dressed.
An impression at best. Snazzy!
Nope. Casual. Trust me. Why
would the Aentity dress up
for you nonentity slobs? Ha-ha
So I basically go anywhere, that way.
The only thing I ever have to worry
about is cameras. I make sure to go
nondescript, just in case anyone
compares later. Meanwhile,
complete strangers are trying to
placate me! Concealing their gaffe,
their lack, their lapse
"in memory," which
is so unfair! They are not
mind-controlled, just agreeable
as a dodge and a trick to get, to dig
all embarrassed, contrite - who the
hell am I? Faulting their memory!
I was never there.
If I work it, I pretty much get why
I came.
Later, they strive to fill the blank,
and find out or recall why they care.
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