You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a prison colony on the moon and raised lovingly by a supersuit-clad earthworm. As a child, you took pride in perfectly imitating sound effects with your voice, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your photographic memory came in. It was essential in protecting your nation and family from all enemies, foreign and domestic. Your time for greatness is here. You've got the touch!
