DETECTIVE STURM

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Audrianne Sturm




"Audrey"





Human




24




October 29th



Unknown





Female





Female

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I don't to play twenty questions here, so I'll just touch on the basis for this psyche review.

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I'm intelligent, and the kind of person who plans two or three steps ahead in any given situation. I've got plenty of masks to put on; fake personas for people I need to speak to. In essence, I'm a good liar, maybe too good for some. Not to say I'm a snake, sir; I'm perfectly okay with my co-workers -- we stay out of each others's way while I do my job. So what if I'm a bit of hard-ass? You don't see professional baseball players playing with the idiots that can't hold the bat right; I'm a professional, and I care about results, I don't want to baby your ass, I want to keep criminals off the streets.

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I'll just be frank with you, sir. Every time I use my powers, I forget everyone's names and have to read this damn book to know how I feel about all of you. It's artificial, it feels hollow -- can you really blame me for being so detached to people?



Below 500 words, sir? I think I can do that. I'll tell you the basics.

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Simply enough: I can't remember much of my past, just bits and pieces that I jotted down in my notebook. According to my writings, it's because of my powers that I forgot my past; ironic, huh? The first entries I made detail how I woke up in a ditch in rags and took to burglary to get by, until I finally got caught. I broke into this old man's home once, got caught, and it turned out he was the chief of police; he adopted me instead of sending me off to prison. The old man eventually pushed me to make detective, especially once my powers manifested. I obliged him, and I guess that's how I ended up in homicide. Took me years of schooling, but I managed to keep my youth in the end, I suppose.

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I start to feel proud, according to the book. My powers made me a natural fit for the job, even though it made me unpopular with the rest of the precinct -- they thought I don't have natural talent. I didn't care what they said, I cracked cases that vets would call impossible, sent dozens of perps to death row with evidence uncovered through perfect investigations. The job gave me a purpose every time I woke up without knowing who I was or how I got there, I was making a difference. I was offered promotions, turned 'em all down -- I didn't want to stay behind a desk all day.

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Now it says here that the chief ended up murdered in his own home... I felt awful about it, swore I'd find his killer after the case went cold. That was a year go, judging from the date. I can't say I'm doing this to avenge his memory, seeing as how I don't remember him at all... but maybe I'll learn something about myself if I track the man down. Anyway, that's my story. Not too exciting, but it is what it is.


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This is pretty simple; I touch your temples, and I can copy your memories and experiences and store it in my brain. If someone's died recently, I can use it to relive their last moments before their brain shuts down completely. Yes, experiences -- you said you practice kung fu? Say I used my power on you -- boom, I'm an expert at kung-fu now. It's... well, it's not all great.

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For one, I've realized that there's a limit to what I can store. Memories have to go for new ones to come in... this means that I can't remember jack shit about myself. I jury-rigged a solution: I write down info in my journal about myself or people of interest. I've got a dozen notebooks I rely on for reference, god help me if anything happened to them... I've gotta have prolonged contact with someone, by the way; sifting through memories takes time, and if I let go of them for an instant, I've gotta start all over. Plus, the more I do it, I get these nasty side effects; bleeding nose, heavy migraines, occasional blackouts... the works.



This is how I've kept my job in spite of all the memory loss, sir. It feels like I learn things almost instantly. Police procedures, evidence handling, social interaction... I see someone doing it and it just clicks. That's helped with my reading and memory retention too; if I'm not copying someone's memories, I can visualize what I've learned like textbooks or conversations word for word. It almost feels like I lose what I know to keep my brain from having too much info. Sorry, sir, bad joke.



Turns out that one of the only things I don't forget are instinctual things; flinches and reactions to actions that were drilled in my head or... someone else's. Basically, my reflexes have adapted and evolved based on the experiences of people I've used my power on. Let's use that kung-fu analogy again. Only this time, imagine if I did that to fifty other kung-fu masters -- let me explain more. Experience in martial arts requires reflexes, and you can't forget those easily, so... in short, I'm saying I'm pretty damn quick on the draw. I act quicker than most, and I can tell when something's going to go down almost instantly.