It’s the only possible explanation.
Memory is pinned to location. It’s like when you go into a different room your brain decides it’s time to move the working set into paging memory and grab some memories for the new room, and none of the that is about you going to get your keys from the bedside table.
Where exactly?
I was haunting that ghost last night.
She was a serial killer when she was alive and a memory feeder in her afterlife.
To stop her, I had to destroy her trophies, but each time I projected to one of her victim’s bodies I had to work quickly, because she would show up immediately when I touched a trophy and begin darting through me repeatedly, erasing parts of me.
At the last body I couldn’t remember my name, or anything at all, just the task. And she was already there, frantic and weeping.
I wasted no time destroying the last of her trophies and made my escape. Bud she grabbed me, somehow, as I vanished. She embraced me, cohabiting my projection, and I instantly knew her story, and understood why she killed all those people.
But I woke myself shouting the deprojection command. My cat, startled, just blinked at me. My body and memories were intact. It was just a weird dream.
My eyes felt hot, though, as if I had been weeping.
Ummm You good?
It’s Sunshine from There is no Antimemetics Division
That’s all well and good, but how are we to deal with this Romantic Ghost?
There is no antimimetics division: it’s your first day.
Pokédex entry coded
Nice, I guess, but I’d still prefer to remember why I came into this room.
I like this, so this is my headcannon now. 🤪
