You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a toxic waste plant and raised lovingly by a cyborg fugitive. As a child, you took pride in woodworking, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your souped-up muscle car that you also take out for patrol came in. It was essential in your final evolution into who you were truly meant to be. Your time for greatness is here. Hasta-la-vista, baby!
