I'm not sure what I would do. I'd be like a kid at a candy store in a theme park on Christmas day. First of all, I'd stop hiding. To a certain degree, I mean. Most of my mimics are subconscious, and I can't control them if I wanted. Then I'd find a suitable lifestyle and career, one in which I can use my unique abilities and mindset with free reign and without fear of persecution should my colleagues discover my true personality and intentions. I wouldn't have to uproot and move every time people started getting suspicious. I wouldn't have to deal with that tone of complete and utter disdain from the media. But that's a fictional world. I can hardly even imagine it.