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This world is so weird. Because the girl is under eighteen, she can’t consent
to a DNA test, and since the couple who claims to be her parents obviously
won’t consent to it for her, the lazy coppers are just gonna send her back to
them. I’m still in contact with her, and she told me that the authorities ran
whatever facial recognition system they have access to. They apparently didn’t
find a hit in the missing persons database, but that doesn’t mean anything.
She was taken when she was a toddler, and their age progression software
doesn’t sound very sophisticated. The girl doesn’t have any idea where she was
born, or who her real family is, but one thing I do know is that she is
backing up my story. There was a chance that she was screwing with me when she
told me about her resurfaced memories, but she also insists to the police that
she really does remember living with someone else in her younger years. The
cops think that she just watched something on TV one time, and she’s
conflating the memory with her own life, but she doesn’t think so, and neither
do I. So far, no one has found me in my hiding place, but I’m about to put
that all at risk yet again. I’m going to do something drastic to solve this
problem. It could get me caught, or truly killed this time. I need to focus on
planning everything right now, so I’m going to cut this installment short. If
I’m able, I’ll detail the undertaking for you tomorrow. I’m scheduling this
one to post on my blog for sometime after I start the process, so by the time
you read it, I will already be on my way, and they won’t be able to prepare
themselves for me. You can wish me luck, if you want, but it won’t help, even
if such psychic power were possible here. Temporal psychic powers would do it,
if you had those.
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