Meme fiction is pulp in the hands

Jillian is a talented individual. She can exist in any time period and geography, be it Ancient Rome, the Spanish invasion of South America, Victorian Era England, American Colonialism, or present day. She has the added abilities of communicating with the past and changing genders. For a couple of years I’ve been writing poems about Jillian, letting her swing freely from the treetops as she rehearsed the role of Juliet in a high school play, trekked across the wilderness to farm the unsettled plains, wrote imprudently steamy letters while servants starched her linen. But now it’s time for this monkey to evolve already.

Immortality would be icky. An Everywoman–booooring. Specificity is needed here, like a “Jillian memeplex” that is replicating its cultural inheritance across both time and continents in order to comment with consistency on whichever cultural environment it encounters. Can Jillian be Jillian without being Jillian at the same time? I think memes are the answer here, but what do my po-mo’s think?