Gone But Not Forgotten

gone but not forgottenThe famed Medallion of Zulo has been used many times before, here and elsewhere, but this might just be the first time it’s been used to (in effect) bring a deceased person back to life. But when you think about, why not? It’s actually a victimless crime (if a crime it be to steal someone else’s life, and let’s face it—it be). Here there’s no forcing the other person into the hero’s (I use the term loosely) former life, either by force or trickery, and arguably there’s less trauma on other people (assuming that few will miss our “hero”, who seems to think little enough of his old life that throwing it away is no problemo). So maybe what we’ve got here is that rarest of beasts: a guilt-free TG caption. Enjoy!

Of course, you’ve still got the psychologically “interesting” situation of a son turning himself into his own mother. It appears often enough in TG fiction to be a trope all by itself, and I’ve written about it a few times myself (note the huge understatement), so I’ll just point you to the last occurrence: last year’s “Meet the New Mommy“. For the record, I had a pretty good (not perfect) relationship with my own mother, who passed away lo these many years ago (more than I care to think about).


P.S. This is another rather large caption with lots of text, so here’s the JPG.

7 thoughts on “Gone But Not Forgotten

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  3. Nicely done but one problem: what did the mother die of? If it was a genetic disease then the new mother will come down with it too?

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  5. An interesting use of the medallion. However, there may still be a problem ahead. The unfortunate mother apparently had some illness which claimed her life. Will our hero face the same fate in ten years or so? This might suggest he should have retained the medallion. If such an illness were to develop, he could reapply the medallion with the same blouse and reset the clock. It would even approximate TG immortality, of a sort. Or does the medallion work only once with a given individual? I’ve also noticed that the medallion has a way of disappearing or being lost after doing its work.

    I’ve sometimes speculated what I might do if the medallion appeared in my hands. I might go to a thrift store and buy a gently used prom or debutante gown. And then, research old news clippings and obituaries to identify some young girl who died in a tragic accident along with her family. Send away fer a copy of her birth certificate, and assume her orphaned identity. Would this, too, be a crime, or would it be “victimless”?

    • A very thoughtful comment! You’re quite right about the illness, but it would depend on whether or not it was a fully genetic condition. If not, she might be able to avoid a genetic “tendency” with treatment well in advance of symptoms; or it might’ve been a totally random thing.

      The “TG immortality” idea is interesting. I don’t think it’s ever been addressed that way in “the literature”, so who knows if the medallion’s (rather flexible) rules allow for such a repeated use. Maybe that’s why it keeps vanishing.

      I think the identity thing would most likely be victimless, as long as the new version didn’t try to interact with the girl’s previous family in any way. That could get tricky in the future, with the arrival of large-scale DNA databases. What if the new girl had a child? The child might grow up and try to trace her ancestry. Awkward! Might make for an interesting mystery story though.

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