During the recovery of unreleased strains, the hidekidroni's similarity to the condroni did not escape notice. Though remarkable, this resemblance seems wholly coincidental. The hidekidroni's own identity cannot be strongly defined from the notes that remain; neither timid, nor daring, it was apparently more of a nuisance than a subject of curiosity. It spent its days a-wander within the residential streets of the walltowns in which it appeared, unconcerned by the rapid numbers of fliers and door-bricks. It had a tendency to lean its head through open windows in at attempt to observe sensitives in their private domiciles, often knocking over bottles, empty cans, and cutlery-jars in the process.
It generally agreed that it is the "counterfeit hidekidroni" incident that proves more interesting than the strain itself – certainly, much has been written about the affair. The sham stranger represented one of the first attempts to take advantage of the VHZ era's lack of historical records or genuine recollections – and, indeed, it proved successful in duping over buyers, who were quick to bid for usage rights and trademarks over the stranger's supposed dozens of applications and potential uses.
Yet, no joke can last without a punchline, and the fakery was ultimately revealed (with garish dramatics) in a trade expo held in one of North Mural's most expansive kaleido-theaters. Following a series of technical breakdowns, the animated livesock innards that comprised the strain's internal operations were revealed, and the counterfeiter was similarly disrobed and butterflied. Despite the violence and debasement implicit in the exposure, however, public memory of the overall incident tends towards the sentimental, perhaps influencing some fondness towards the stranger itself.