Making Tadashi into Atsuhiko was not an easy process. Amnesia, you see, wears off. Very few people have complete amnesia that actually lasts. The time window for changing the former Hamada into a Krei was small, and had to be thoroughly exploited. Fortunately, Alistair Krei knows people, and has more than a passing knowledge of psychology.
Recalling suppressed memories is hard to get right. It's very easy to lead a patient into remembering what you want them to, however, and giving suggestions to someone under a hypnotic state will produce its' own false memories almost entirely out of nothing. After all, the mind knows there shouldn't be gaps, so it fills them in with what context it has. The entire Satanic Panic of the 80's was started off of one woman's book that contained all her false memories, very detailed and vivid ones, that she had been coached into believing. All you need is psychologists you've lied to and told your version of the truth and someone in the state Tadashi was in after the building's collapse - amnesiac and a blank slate - is putty in their hands.
Atsuhiko thinks he was born an only child to a mixed-race couple - Alistair Krei and his now deceased wife, Seiko. He has been able, with therapy, to remember the fire the way Krei said it happened. His mind has supplanted his real mother's voice where his fake one's should be to help bridge gaps, so he remembers chunks of his childhood with her. Memories of his father had to be modified from existing memories. The time Tadashi waited in line to get Callaghan's laws of robotics became the time that Atsuhiko and his dad waited in line together. Memories he has of his real father not eating have been picked up on and used by Krei, who pretends to be oblivious to when to eat. Everything available was blurred together where it could be. Alistair Krei even bought music Tadashi's father liked, namely ABBA, to play in their new apartment across town, which is set up like an expanded version of the Hamada family home.
With enough suggestions and time he's put together his own memories he fully believes in. His mother would have to have been the Shinto one, so he's cobbled together memories of her and that. His father would be the one who would logically get Yakuza threats, so he remembers angry men coming to the door more than once. He knows racism against mixed people in the Japanese community is high, so he put it together that he must have been rejected from all-Japanese schools. And every detail Krei wrote down, happy he was remembering something, so proud of his 'son' for getting better.
By now the door to who he was is sealed shut. His mind has made up enough false memories to almost entirely cover the basics of life. There are still gaps missing, but with time, he's sure they'll come to him. And with time, they will.
Recalling suppressed memories is hard to get right. It's very easy to lead a patient into remembering what you want them to, however, and giving suggestions to someone under a hypnotic state will produce its' own false memories almost entirely out of nothing. After all, the mind knows there shouldn't be gaps, so it fills them in with what context it has. The entire Satanic Panic of the 80's was started off of one woman's book that contained all her false memories, very detailed and vivid ones, that she had been coached into believing. All you need is psychologists you've lied to and told your version of the truth and someone in the state Tadashi was in after the building's collapse - amnesiac and a blank slate - is putty in their hands.
Atsuhiko thinks he was born an only child to a mixed-race couple - Alistair Krei and his now deceased wife, Seiko. He has been able, with therapy, to remember the fire the way Krei said it happened. His mind has supplanted his real mother's voice where his fake one's should be to help bridge gaps, so he remembers chunks of his childhood with her. Memories of his father had to be modified from existing memories. The time Tadashi waited in line to get Callaghan's laws of robotics became the time that Atsuhiko and his dad waited in line together. Memories he has of his real father not eating have been picked up on and used by Krei, who pretends to be oblivious to when to eat. Everything available was blurred together where it could be. Alistair Krei even bought music Tadashi's father liked, namely ABBA, to play in their new apartment across town, which is set up like an expanded version of the Hamada family home.
With enough suggestions and time he's put together his own memories he fully believes in. His mother would have to have been the Shinto one, so he's cobbled together memories of her and that. His father would be the one who would logically get Yakuza threats, so he remembers angry men coming to the door more than once. He knows racism against mixed people in the Japanese community is high, so he put it together that he must have been rejected from all-Japanese schools. And every detail Krei wrote down, happy he was remembering something, so proud of his 'son' for getting better.
By now the door to who he was is sealed shut. His mind has made up enough false memories to almost entirely cover the basics of life. There are still gaps missing, but with time, he's sure they'll come to him. And with time, they will.
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17/11/15 18:35It's easy enough to navigate the streets at this point. If anyone sees him, they're too busy rushing by to care. This is when the night and day shifts for a lot of places trade off, so he weaves his way in and out of alleys and shadows. The vague scuttling sound and shift of shadows is the only thing that would tip people off to the waves and waves of microbots he controls with his mind, guiding them along, riding them through and over some objects and buildings when he needs to.
Saionji Park, named after the first Japanese Chief of Police back in the 1980's, is resplendent with Japanese architecture in the gates and bridges over the koi ponds. There's a lot of shadows to leave the bulk of his microbots hiding in, trees to let them cling to - he isn't expecting a fight. Or at least, he's hoping he doesn't need to engage in one. Although he could give himself more of a homefield advantage by sticking to a remote area of the park, he makes his way over to the memorial altar instead. Little candles and incense stay lit perpetually there, usually accompanied by a picture of someone's dead loved one. While he doesn't have a picture of his mother, he lights a candle anyway, and tries to channel her optimism, tries to remember the person he was when she was alive.
He loses himself in watching the small flames flicker, so even though he showed up early, ultimately this is where he can be found, undisturbed by the public; even villains have a right to mourn their losses here.
Saionji Park, named after the first Japanese Chief of Police back in the 1980's, is resplendent with Japanese architecture in the gates and bridges over the koi ponds. There's a lot of shadows to leave the bulk of his microbots hiding in, trees to let them cling to - he isn't expecting a fight. Or at least, he's hoping he doesn't need to engage in one. Although he could give himself more of a homefield advantage by sticking to a remote area of the park, he makes his way over to the memorial altar instead. Little candles and incense stay lit perpetually there, usually accompanied by a picture of someone's dead loved one. While he doesn't have a picture of his mother, he lights a candle anyway, and tries to channel her optimism, tries to remember the person he was when she was alive.
He loses himself in watching the small flames flicker, so even though he showed up early, ultimately this is where he can be found, undisturbed by the public; even villains have a right to mourn their losses here.
