I had to escape, there wasn't a chance in hell I was just going to hang around the institution for the rest of my life. I had to escape, I had to know who I was. "Black Rose" meant nothing, I had to find out who Madison Blackwood was meant to be. I needed
"Er, what did you just say?" he blinked at me, inclining his head to the side in bewilderment. "I'm dead," I repeated, checking myself in the mirror as I adjusted my wig. "Cool, huh?"
It was a great gig though, because the baby never asked for anything or made me do horrible things. She just wanted to be held sometimes, and I got to spend a lot of time outside the lamp since the little one's favorite toy and teething device was my lamp
Everyone is immortal in the distant future. To keep life interesting, most people "reset" their memories every few centuries so they can experience life anew. Your reset malfunctioned, and you've just received thousands of years of lost memories.
You accidentally run over a lonely old lady. She considers pressing charges, but agrees not to as long as you spend two hours a week playing board games with her. It soon becomes apparent that she hasn't had an ordinary life.
Your girlfriend is a member of a shadowy organization bent on ruling the world, your best friend is a CIA operative, and your dog is an escaped experiment who talks when no one is looking. You run a website debunking conspiracy theories.